I would guess that you have been there. Recently returned from a bike trip. Maybe it was in Moab, or Fruita, or maybe it was from Moab to Fruita. You pushed yourself, you saw new places, learned new things and met new people. It was, on every level, an epic. And now you are back […]
As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but rock and brush. A slight breeze tickles the scarce vegetation. In the distance the outline of the Henry Mountains is faint, but visible. Somewhere below lies the vast tangle of The Maze, Terra Incognita. It is time again to return to the White Rim.
In contrast to the BLM permit requirements that I discussed earlier, the USFS has a very clear, concise, and not to mention user friendly, system in place. (Quotes below are from the downloadable .doc titled “Non-Commercial Group Use FAQ”). The need for a “non-commercial group use permit” has one simple criteria: Under the regulation, a […]
Frank was due home at any moment. The day had been long, cold, and windy. Betty sat quietly in the one room cabin, a thick stew slowly simmering on a large iron stove. She glanced out the window and shuddered. Frank entered the cabin silently. There was a coldness in his eyes that matched the […]
The wind will not stop. Gusts of sand swirl before me, stinging my face. But there is still too much to see and marvel at, the world very much alive in the bright light and wind, exultant with the fever of spring, the delight of morning. Strolling on, it seems to me that the strangeness […]