My first controversy on the paper was one I didn’t seek and didn’t want, especially so early in my tenure; I had only been reporting for a couple of months. The issue involved the Friendship Cruise between Green River and…
My favorite kind of road trip usually devolves into a series of decisions about what direction I’m going to take that day. I wake up and check the weather to see if there is anything I need to avoid. I…
The concept of “place attachment” has come up in this column before, but I’ve never really shared much about my own connection to canyon country or to southeast Utah in particular. My people on my dad’s side came to San…
August 21st, 1941Mr Hugh M Miller, SuperintendentSouthwestern National MonumentsCoolidge, Arizona Dear Hugh: It’s about that time of the month again to compile my notes into the regular monthly report and I think I will try to catch time for a…
“I am not a naturalist. I never was and never will be a naturalist. I’m not even sure what a naturalist is except that I am not one…The only birds I can recognize without hesitation are the turkey vulture, the…
This article first appeared in the Utah Historical Quarterly, and is reprinted with the permission of the author. Click Here to Read Parts 1 and 2… To assess the effect of national environmental discussions on road access in the Needles…
I’m socially distant in the best of times. Years ago, I realized that I actually need people and enjoy the company of other humans, but that doesn’t mean companionship comes naturally to me. When I go on road trips, I…
My first few days in town, toward the end of April, 1978, I wasn’t in town. Well, not sleeping there at any rate. Rentals were hard to come by (I gather it’s infinitely worse nowadays), so each evening I would…
Note: Elsewhere in this issue is a review of the recently released documentary, “Planet of the Humans.” The documentary was written and directed by Jeff Gibbs, and produced in part by Michael Moore. In part, it exposes the hypocritical connections…
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…