TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT…Jim Stiles “In Defense of Ravens (and Crows)” “I Still Miss Gene Schafer” SOWING CLOVER…Tonya Audyn Stiles ‘Does My Soul Look Good in These Jeans?” from the May 1995 Zephyr Archives ‘ABOUT PRICKLY PEAR & POVERTY’…
Recently, the Utah Wildlife Board proposed a hunting season for crows. While they are not particularly tasty and are known for their intelligence, crows have often been blamed by farmers for agricultural losses via crop damage—crows have to eat, after…
It should shock no one that, when I was in school, I often fought with my professors. I was raised by parents who taught me to trust my internal logic, and so when anyone, even authority figures, told me something…
I’d been away from Monticello for a couple months, but one evening last week, after a long, hard drive, I pulled into the old elm-shaded driveway and started to unload my bags. Just then, the siren went off. For Monticello-ites,…
By the mid-1990s, Moab and Grand County citizens—especially voters—were worn out. So was I. Beginning in 1987, with Moab’s economy in tatters and its elected officials proposing a toxic waste incinerator at Cisco to boost property taxes, it was one…
EDITOR’S NOTE: We’re pleased and honored to offer an excerpt from author Katie Lee’s new book, ‘Ghosts of Dandy Crossing.’ Dandy Crossing, September 1962 They clattered up Farley Creek a half mile, slid to park and went into the store.…
The golden light of October cottonwoods in the canyons was as I remembered. The year was 2002, and I had returned to the Utah canyon country for a rendezvous with a crowd of friends. We had been rangers together during…
“do,do,do, lookin’ out my back door” Anti-crepuscular rays over the La Sals Kelvin-Helmholtz wave cloud Moab monsoon clouds Color wedge on Slickrock Rainbow Rim Sunset from La Sal view Front-door sunset First light on Poison Spider Rim Mysterious v-shaped cloud,…
“I tossed my empty out the window and popped the top from another can of Schlitz. Littering the public highway? Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it’s not the beer cans that are…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… 1. Hattiesburg, Mississippi, just as dawn is breaking and I’m starting the…