TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT Jim Stiles “He who learns must suffer” My Sorrowful History of Winter Camping & the Pursuit of Warmth SOWING CLOVER Tonya Audyn Stiles ‘The Last Undecided Voter’ THE WILDER WEST The Art & Wit…
The election ended weeks ago, and I must be the only voter in America who could still call herself “undecided.” I may not look it. To judge by the voting patterns of most of my family and friends, the…
Every March I’d drive west from the Roaring Fork Valley in Colorado, up to the massive Island in the Sky in Canyonlands National Park. Driving up there on Utah 313 I felt like a fly climbing a whale’s back. Standing…
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…
You touch the great lonely land,only to plant upon it some uglinessabout which, never dreaming of the graceof apology or contrition,you then proceed to brag witha cynicism of your own.…and I should owe you my grudgefor every disfigurement and every…
A Last Look at the “Pre-Elevated Bikeway RIVER ROAD” (State Route 128)Construction on the $9 million Moab Hub & Elevated River Bikeway began last month.Here are some photographs we shot of those first two miles as work began. Note the…
In the late 80s and early 90s, I was taking a lot of pictures of Moab’s ‘survivors.’ the ones who decided to tough out the hard times and make a new life. Here is Part 5 of my collection of…
Yesterday I happened to be looking through the open back doorway of the cabin. A housefly’s flight came to an abrupt stop and there came the barn spider on its invisible line. Reaching the fly, the spider wrapped it…
Winters in the West 1940’s Reno, Nevada. The snowy Nevada desert. Mt Rose Summit Herb’s father tosses his hat at Mt Rose Summit. To read the PDF version of this article, click here. Don’t forget the Zephyr ads! All links…
The 17 Verses… NOTE & CAUTION! This story was previously published in the San Juan Record in Monticello, Utah, where the population is about 90% Mormon. My tale of woe was taken in good humor by almost everyone I heard…