May 22-24, 1998…Rex Ranch, Arizona http://www.jmccomb.com/mentor/ EDITOR’S NOTE: This page, in its entirety, is an excerpt from a 1998 “wilderness mentoring conference” that occurred 15 years ago, on May 22-24, 1998 at Rex Ranch, Arizona. This portion of their report…
Did a Land Transfer Blessed by Environmentalists Give a Boost to TAR SANDS NATION? I seem to stumble into stories these days. I wasn’t looking for this one. But a couple weeks ago, I was perusing one of the local…
A look at his original manuscript–the Introduction EDWARD ABBEY’S collection of essays was originally to be called “Desert Music.” Ed was always trying to help out young artists and writers and based on a single cartoon I’d given him the…
In February, despite citizens’ objections and a petition that contained 75,000 signatures, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) approved the lease of 26 parcels of public land for possible oil and gas development south of Moab. All the parcels were…
2013 PROLOGUE: As Moab began to ‘take off’ in the late 80s, we all wondered who would try to bring some order out of the brewing chaos. Via a grant from the City of Moab, formr Park City resident Tom…
AN INTERVIEW WITH EDWARD ABBEY… What follows is the transcript of an interview conducted by Eric Temple with Ed Abbey in December 1982. The interview took place in the cabin behind Abbey’s Tucson home and was videotaped for a program…
How Silence & Tranquility Became Antiquated Notions in the Brave New West… I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion. ~Henry David Thoreau When Thomas Jefferson…
This article was originally published in 2004… When Aldo Leopold saw fierce green fire in the eyes of the dying wolf his life was changing; years of living in wolf country were driving those moments, years of paying attention,…
Yesterday I happened to be looking through the open back doorway of the cabin. A housefly’s flight came to an abrupt stop and there came the barn spider on its invisible line. Reaching the fly, the spider wrapped it…
I don’t live in Moab anymore. It’s been a decade since I packed my bags and slipped south (and then east) to smaller, quieter communities. Last week, after 37 years, I closed out my box at the post office. Box…