Sun breaks over the eastern mesa at 7:47 am. Its spreading glow drips lighter tints down the upjutting crags and pancake mounds around us, slower
One day you find yourself home alone with a chance to enjoy some solitude. No work, no chores, no obligations. The day is yours. You
When you turn onto Utah’s Highway 95, just south of Blanding in the state’s southeast corner, the road sign warns: No services for 121 miles.
We spent four hours on Flagstaff Lake today, paddling five miles across and around it. This was new to us both. Even if not open
Although we’re staying at a resort, we’re not “resort people.” That is, we’re not looking to spend any time with the folks we imagine coming