“It ain’t wilderness unless there’s a critter out there that can kill you and eat you.” – Doug Peacock At 9:30 p.m. on June 12, 2000, our Alaska Airlines jet lifted off in the black, rainy gloom of Seattle, Washington,…
‘THE BIGGEST PUBLIC LAND GRAB’ The ‘Green Energy Boom’ & Mainstream Environmentalism Sometimes the endless open spaces of the West impress me most when I can’t see them at all. One night when I was a ranger at the…
On January 11th, 1908 Theodore Roosevelt used the powers granted the President by the Antiquities act to create Grand Canyon National Monument in Arizona Territory (Arizona did not become a state until 1914). Using these words, and the stroke of…
Lately I’ve been posting a lot of herb’s images on the Zephyr facebook page. Readers seem especially fond of Herb’s 1950 Ford Woody. I’ve put together a collection of that wonderful car, at various locations around the West from 1950…
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… Hollis, Queens, New York City. What might be called “micro-advertising” I took…
Glenwood Springs, Colorado After quickly pausing one last time to gaze at the sheer maroon-red cliffs and forested ridges high above, Jim Bone stepped onto the train. Worried that Jim might change his mind, the train made a clanking…
NOTE: The Zephyr recently received a DVD of a 1949 documentary film by Ray Garner. The film is silent; Mr. Garner exhibited this film to audiences around the country and provided ‘live’ narration. The film is now in the public…
In October , The Zephyr re-posted an interview with longtime Moabite MAXINE NEWELL, from the summer of 1995. Here is Part 2… After World War II, Maxine married Hub Newell. They lived in Green River for awhile where Hub, an…
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…
A July day in Horse Canyon, northern Nevada. Cheatgrass was abundant, especially along the cattle trail. Barbed “florets” snagged my sneakers and socks and worked into the fabrics and stabbed. Dozens of them, and they were hard to dislodge. Lacking…