"THE TELLIN' TAKES ME HOME*"
Remembering The Canyon Country
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COLORADO-UTAH STATE LINE on old
US 6/50.
As recently as the early 1990s, the “Welcome to Utah”sign, north of I-70 was still intact. It vanished without a trace one day and no one has ever been able to explain its disappearance. County and state road crews insisted the removal was not of their doing. The white obelisk is still there, though someone has shot one side of it to pieces.
As recently as the early 1990s, the “Welcome to Utah”sign, north of I-70 was still intact. It vanished without a trace one day and no one has ever been able to explain its disappearance. County and state road crews insisted the removal was not of their doing. The white obelisk is still there, though someone has shot one side of it to pieces.
CASTLE VALLEY DR. & MILLER
LN...1979
There wasn’t much development Castle Valley when this photograph was taken in 1979, near the junction of Castle Valley Dr. and Miller Lane (L). The aerial picture above was taken in 2007.
There wasn’t much development Castle Valley when this photograph was taken in 1979, near the junction of Castle Valley Dr. and Miller Lane (L). The aerial picture above was taken in 2007.
HIGHWAY JUNCTION...
Utah Highway 313 & the Road to Deadhorse Point
Until the early 1980s, the road to the Island in the Sky was dirt
and gravel, from the junction with the Deadhorse Pt. road, all the
way to Grandview Point and Upheaval Dome.
The road could be slippery in wet weather but it was a very quiet place to be if you were willing to endure the washboard and the bumps. Just to the left of this photo is The Knoll, a small mesa that can be seen for miles in all directions...
Utah Highway 313 & the Road to Deadhorse Point
Until the early 1980s, the road to the Island in the Sky was dirt
and gravel, from the junction with the Deadhorse Pt. road, all the
way to Grandview Point and Upheaval Dome.
The road could be slippery in wet weather but it was a very quiet place to be if you were willing to endure the washboard and the bumps. Just to the left of this photo is The Knoll, a small mesa that can be seen for miles in all directions...
And I’ll sing about an emptiness
the East has never known,
Where coyotes don’t pay taxes and a man can live alone,
And you’ve got to walk forever just to find a telephone.
It’s sad, but the telling takes me home.
Where coyotes don’t pay taxes and a man can live alone,
And you’ve got to walk forever just to find a telephone.
It’s sad, but the telling takes me home.