“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” – Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz Ted and Kenidee shimmied up a steep hill covered with shale. Taking a deep breath, I dug my fingers an…
After many years searching for true meaning in my life, I finally realized one element I universally need is texture. I am like a child who explores things by touching, smelling, and o…
Tumbleweeds, cheatgrass, and Russian thistles impeded our passage as we trudged toward the ancient road in Comb Wash. They posed even more of a challenge for Kenidee, our little schnau…
COVID-19 and its impact dominated the news in San Juan County, with half of the Top Ten stories in 2020 connected to the virus. For our year-end review, the San Juan Record looks at ou…
Every year for Valentine’s Day I give my hubby a weekend trip. This year he chose Green River and the San Rafael Desert with prehistoric and historic quests in mind. Those goals came f…
Easter has come and gone. It’s a time when Christian religions celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ after his torture and death, at the hands of the Romans. It is also a time whe…
The gears of the legendary ice cream machine are turning. Hamburgers sizzle on the grill and pops from the fryer can be heard as fresh french fries hit the oil. Jan is training new gir…
Recently, retired San Juan County Sheriff Cal Dean Black found himself on the other side of the interrogation table and having his mug shot taken as well. “Alright Black, give us the g…
On September 15, Oggie and I stopped at our usual resting place about halfway around our Westwater route. Oggie had previously dug a hole under a rock overhang where she liked to cool …
by Merry Palmer I held my breath as we started down the 600-foot, orange sand dune into Moqui Canyon. With our fellow adventurer, Ned Smith, following in his Razor, Ted drove our Pione…
by Janet Wilcox The Craig and Kathy Simpson family bought the Blanding Motel from Gary and Sharon Guymon in September 2011 and embarked on a journey of creativity, problem solving and …
“That’s a cool pouch.” I gestured toward a leather bag hanging around the neck of a tall mountain man. He and his friend, Tailgunner, had just walked up the embankment from their camp.…