TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT…Jim Stiles A personal note about Pete Parry–How he saved Canyonlands AND my Dogs The History (and LOVE!!!) that Lives in my Fridge SOWING CLOVER…Tonya Stiles The Last Picture Show? The Poetry of DAMON FALKE…
Pete Parry was superintendent of Canyonlands National Park from 1975 to 1987 and elsewhere in this issue is a story about Pete’s decade of service during one of Southeast Utah’s most turbulent and politically charged times—the Sagebrush Rebellion. Pete dealt…
PETE PARRY Pete quietly took on the D.O.E and the planned Canyonlands Nuclear Repository… AND WON. When I was in my early 20s, the National Park Service hired me as a seasonal ranger at Arches National Park. I had virtually…
You’re damn right there’s an immigration problem in Arizona: far too many white people have been emigrating there. If you doubt that, here are the numbers: while the Hispanic population in Arizona increased by 856,000 between 1980 and 2006, the…
Edna Fridley was a good friend of the canyon country of southeast Utah for more than 30 years. Every year she returned to the slickrock from her home, back east, to wander and explore what was then one of the…
Among Ruins What is there to make of the house and porch Crumbling into ruins, of bindweed grown Up through slats of rotted timber, chipped and Dismantled by the long harvest of families Who could never stay here? The…
Could a water-vapor runaway greenhouse effect happen here on Earth? The physics says no, the orbit is too far from the sun, but the physics can’t model clouds either. Score: physics 0, James Hansen 0. Here we are, three years…
HOLE “N” THE ROCK 1952 HERB RINGER came West from his home in New Jersey in 1939. Camera in hand, Herb captured the American West, from the Canadian Border to the Rio Grande and from the Big Sur…
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Last summer Jim Stiles and Bob Greenspan and I met in Jackson, Wyoming. Bob and I favored crossing the street to a cafe for coffee, but Jim led us to a shady outside bench and we sat there quite a…