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We drove for miles and miles up the dusty canyon road. The landscape changed from irrigated farm land to desert scrub. Scrub faded way to small pines and oaks as we twisted and turned our way up the mountain. As we neared the top we spotted Ferron Resevior and a small camp ground with various rvs and atvs. A sign pointed to the left signaling we had arrived at our hideaway in the woods. The tall furs hid the cabin from view. As I opened the door and relished the smell of the fresh mountain air my wife and children thanked me for bringing them to such a beautiful place. I had been nervous about taking them to some place so remote. The cottage was clean and quaint. The perfect place to escape from modern life with your loved ones.