Not long ago, a barn that had stood in my Colorado hometown for 90 years was demolished, but not before a land developer tried to purchase it for his new ranch. An old red barn. A wealthy real estate magnate.…
Gold Fever: Redux…by Charles Clayton
Tag: History
MOAB, the ‘TOOT n’ TELL’EM’ & GLOWING in the DARK…by Steve Lonie
I grew up in Portland Oregon, and when I was in the fourth grade, 9 years old (1957), my Dad sprung me for a week to go to, of all places, Moab, Utah. To this day, I do not know…
Pointblank: The Landmark We Built …by Dave Jarvis
When I was a little squirt, my family would take holiday trips from Los Alamos to St. George. It was a long day’s drive. Punctuated only by a few gas stops with rushed potty breaks. Dad would burn up the…
Clinging Hopelessly to the Maps: 1941 Conoco “Touraide” Travel Guide
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Herb Ringer’s American West: Reno & Fallon, Nevada, 1944 & 2013
DOWNTOWN RENO, 1944 & 2013 (present day ‘reality’ courtesy of Google street view) Fallon, NV HERB RINGER came West from his home in New Jersey in 1939. Camera in hand, Herb captured the American West, from the Canadian Border…
From Tom Till “Then & Now”…Castle Gate & Split Mountain
The Zephyr is honored to present selected images from TOM TILL’s remarkable book, “Then & Now.” Castle Gate, Utah (Click the caption text to enlarge.) Split Mountain Visit Tom Till’s Website. To see the PDF version of this…
(From the Zephyr Archives) Losing Solitude: MOUNTAIN RANGERS AT JACKSON HOLE…by Martin Murie
Note: This article first appeared in the February/March 2006 edition of the Zephyr. At the crest of Teton Pass there used to be a big wooden sign with a black silhouette of a big-hatted cowboy pointing east into the valley.…
Take it or Leave it: RETURN TO ABAJO PEAK, AN AUTUMN’S VIEW…by Jim Stiles
In the blink of an eye, summer has left us. The maples are turning red below South Peak, the aspens are on the cusp. The mornings are cold and crisp. The most poignant and melancholy and lovely time of the…
Take it or Leave it: Searching for Silence on the Summit…by Jim Stiles
I made my 28th trip to the top of a nearby mountain last month. But who’s counting? I hadn’t missed a year since 1985, and then my own procrastinations and an early snow storm stymied my efforts to make the…
“Oh, for an Insuperable Moab…” by Jim Stiles
NOTE: Bolded passages are those cut out of the final BIKE magazine article. When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests…when Nature has been so subjugated that she has lost all her original forms, what room will…