All Dressed Up and No Place to Go There’s a saying out here in the West about faux cowboys, we say they’re all hat and no cattle. Well, this piece is kind of about that, except she’s all…
The Wilder West: The Art & Wit of Dave Wilder
Author: stiles
LAST FLOAT DOWN GLEN CANYON–Sept/Oct 1962 …Words and Photographs by Edna Fridley
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…
MOAB’S CONCENTRATION CAMP (From the Zephyr Archives)…by Lloyd Pierson
Do you remember reading in your histories of World War II about the concentration camps set up by Hitler and Stalin? They incarcerated many of their citizens without benefit of due process because of these peoples’ political beliefs and racial…
Portraits of Moab (1988-1993) Part #4…by Jim Stiles
BRIAN O’REILLY lived in Moab for years and sometimes without a roof over his head. He was a handy man and did odd jobs around town. he gave an hour’s work for an hour’s pay and wouldn’t do it otherwise.…
Pointblank: Friends and Freedom…by Al Cornette
Friends and Freedom Once I had a friend–“friend” being a loose term, as people seem to bend with the wind and you look up one day and they’re gone. Don’t know why that is, not my fault ’cause I liked…
Herb Ringer’s American West: ‘Shorty’ Yarberry & the South Rim
Herb Recalls Shorty Yarberry & the Grand Canyon… One of the great characters of the Grand Canyon was Shorty Yarberry. His whole name was George Armstrong Custer ‘Shorty’ Yarberry. He was born on the day of the Battle of the…
VLACHOS’ VIEWS…Photos and Captions by Paul Vlachos
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… Volume #1 West Texas. I’m a sucker for signs, especially if…
THE FACEBOOK WEST: Do You ‘LIKE’ It? …by Jim Stiles
One of my favorite poet/songwriters, Utah Phillips, once wrote: “I’ll sing about an emptiness the East has never known, Where coyotes don’t pay taxes and a man can live alone. And you’ve got to walk forever just to find a…
Losing Solitude: Destinations…by Martin Murie
It was deathly hot, 104 degrees, the day the four of us (Norah, Rose, Olivia and I) arrived at Delicate Arch trailhead to join other parties clustered at their vehicles, gathering cameras and stowing bottles of water, food, who knows,…
My Personal History: Life and Times in Southeast Utah, #5. My Life as a Sheepherder…by Verona Stocks
Part One 1926. The sheep are looking good and a few lambs are big enough to ship. Bob is going around them and once again showing them to the baby. She too is growing and feeling good. Mary and Jack…