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…
Rivers Near and Far…by Damon Falke
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Remembering Ken Davey–“Dean of the Moab Press Corps” (In His Own Words)
In early December, when Cisco Davey contacted me to say that his dad, Ken Davey, had died, I was, for once, at a loss for words. I guess I still am. Ken was my next door neighbor in Moab for…
BEFORE & AFTER: The Poplar Place
For decades, Moab’s Poplar Place stood sentinel on the corner of Main and Center Streets. It was probably one of Moab’s most familiar landmarks. In 1989, an overnight fire almost destroyed the beloved pub but its owner, Joe Kingsley, refused…
Take it or Leave it: BINYON & STILES…TOGETHER (AGAIN)…by Jim Stiles
A few weeks ago, I submitted a shorter version of an article we posted in The Zephyr called “The New West’s Big Lie” to the environmental newspaper, High Country News. Though “The Big Lie” was in direct response to a…
“STANDING IN THE OTHER MAN’S SHOES,” Part 1: An Overdue Sequel to “It’s Time to Look in the Mirror” …By Jim Stiles
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view..until you climb into his skin and walk around in it… until you stand in his shoes “ Harper Lee, “To Kill a Mockingbird” I moved…
An Excerpt From ‘LAST OF THE ROBBERS ROOST OUTLAWS: Moab’s BILL TIBBETTS’, PART 13…By Tom McCourt
THANKS to Tom McCourt & the Tibbetts Family. For years, I have been watching Moab move farther and farther away from its roots, to the point where it seems few people even know the history of the place anymore. Some…
An Excerpt From ‘LAST OF THE ROBBERS ROOST OUTLAWS: Moab’s BILL TIBBETTS’, PART 12…By Tom McCourt
THANKS to Tom McCourt & the Tibbetts Family. For years, I have been watching Moab move farther and farther away from its roots, to the point where it seems few people even know the history of the place anymore. Some…
‘THE NINE(TEEN) LIVES of TOM WESSON’ …by Jim Stiles
The phone rang. I looked at the ID and saw it was Wesson again. We’d spent most of the last two hours on the phone, though it was, by necessity, a one sided conversation. He talked and I scribbled furiously.…
The June/July Issue of the Zephyr!
Edward Abbey’s Compass…by John Waugh
In the Spring of 1964 I traveled into Arches National Monument with my family. We entered the park over the Willow Flats Road, seven or eight miles of rough, one lane, sand and dirt in the family station wagon and…