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Uncle Lloyd took me fishing on a creek above a ghost town in the San Juan Mountains.  He did not take me fishing above a village or an undiscovered community.  He took me fishing above a town of ruins, of remnants, of no people.  The dilapidated sheds and buildings sat quiet in the little valley, keeping the peculiar silence of a place abandoned.  Old blankets, all of them dusty and stained, stayed on the few iron beds still in the cabins.  Drinking glasses and deer mounts were left hanging in what had been a saloon.  The place was quiet.  The place was full of ghosts.

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It was Ranger Karen McKinley Jones in full combat gear and she’d caught us dead-to-rights. She was still more than a hundred yards away when she ordered us to return to the parking lot and we considered making a run for it, but then thought better of it. We met Karen face-to-face a few minutes later. Bruce came bounding out of a ravine ready to slobber all over Ranger Jones’ loden green pants, not to mention her standard issue, Browning 9 mm leather gun belt (complete with gun).

To her credit Ranger Jones was as tolerant and patient as we had the right to hope for. She was, in fact, downright pleasant (and besides I may, in the future, very well break park rules again, so there was nothing inappropriate about doing a little “sucking up” at this point). Karen issued me a “courtesy tag” for entering a “closed area,” in this case the entire park. And she gave Bruce a verbal warning about the dog. We left humbly, promising that if we ever did return to the park while it was closed and let a dog run freely, we’d be more discreet about it.

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But there was another sculptor in southeast Utah in the mid-1930s, though his time there was limited, his origins unknown, and his life after his brief stay in Moab, tragic. His real name is not known, but he called himself ‘Aaron Andrew,’ or ‘Ahrron Andeew,’ or simply, ‘King America/King World.’ He may have been of eastern European ancestry but no one can say with any certainty. What I know of ‘King World’ comes from listening to the Moab oldtimers when I first arrived in town, in the late 70s.  Aaron was an eccentric artist who dressed oddly, created copper ‘medals’ that he wore on a chain over his tattered great coat, and who was often seen marching up and down Main Street on Sunday mornings, as if on patrol.

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