For me, the 21st Century did not begin at the Baggott Inn, where I played three sets of music with a reggae band on the night of New Year’s Eve, 1999, or Y2K, as we called it. It began on…
THE OPEN ROAD: Remembrance …Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
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“(Still) ‘Enough Rope'”: (A Reporter’s Moab Memories. 1978-1984) #1 “Arrival” …by Bill Davis
I can’t write about my time in Moab without providing a little backstory on why I loved the place so much, and how happy, no, giddy, I was to move there. I grew up in Santa Barbara, California, during the…
RANGER STILES’ WILDLIFE OBSERVATIONS #2 (Arches NP 1975-1986)…by Jim Stiles
(photos by the author except where noted) Author’s Note: For more than three years , I have spent most of my keyboard time writing “informational/investigative” long form articles (some might suggest ‘long-winded’) about excruciatingly serious topics…Moab politics, San Juan County politics,…
At a Year’s End…by Damon Falke
My love I am sending you this picturesque view of the river –W.G. Sebald Again, remember that it is not the weight of the future or the past that is pressing upon you, but ever that of the present alone.…
The Engineer, the Physicist, and The Fighter Pilot…by Damon Falke
just a few friends When a writer starts thanking some people, he is bound to forget others. The appearance of ingratitude, certainly actual ingratitude, is not a condition into which a person should strive. For a long time, I told…
Worlds and Worlds Away: A Portrait…by Damon Falke
Far away places, with strange soundin’ names Far away over the sea Those far away places, with the strange soundin’ names Are callin’, callin’ to me -lyrics by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer Back in mid-July I went fishing…
Elsewhere…by Damon Falke
but it’s not the wound that matters, it’s the soul, the soul that must be heard not the wound -Anne Michaels a last fish There was another creek on the other side of the mountain where I…
Milk and Honey…by Damon Falke
“And we marched on in the direction of the wilderness of Moab.” Deuteronomy 2:8 “We went into the land to which you sent us, and it does flow with milk and honey! Here is its fruit.” Numbers 13:27 homewater…
Rivers Near and Far…by Damon Falke
Note: In the essay that follows, I continue to write about my early days of learning to fly fish. Uncle Lloyd still lived in Dove Creek, and I was on the way west again with my family. We were moving…
Come Autumn…by Damon Falke
Where I live, in the North, autumn comes early. I was out gathering blueberries and mushrooms when it came this year. Autumn is my favorite time of year, as it is for many people. Two years ago we did not…