Usually, even in the dead of winter, I like to rise early, stoke the fire in the woodstove, get some coffee going and gaze out the kitchen window at my beloved Moab Valley. Winters here are usually tolerable, at least…
Lately I’ve been studying the barn and trees across the road from my house. I like watching trees move into winter, though this late in the year most of them are already there. No one uses the barn anymore. The…
Before my move to Moab, in the mid 1980’s, winter here wasn’t a factor for me. Like many visitors, my time in Moab had been limited to the spring or fall, I didn’t even imagine what a Moab winter would…
Little did I know, as I wrote my article in January about the desire for snow, that winter hadn’t truly passed us over this year. It was just delayed. And, two weeks after the last Zephyr went up, down…
Lately, I’m preoccupied with the thought of snow. It has been near sixty degrees the past few days here in Kansas, and what little snow we accumulated in a fleeting New Year’s storm melted weeks ago. It could be any…
Winters in the West 1940’s Reno, Nevada. The snowy Nevada desert. Mt Rose Summit Herb’s father tosses his hat at Mt Rose Summit. To read the PDF version of this article, click here. Don’t forget the Zephyr ads! All links…