New Real Estate and Fun Events at the Dejoria Center & High Star Ranch in Kamas, Utah

8 Reasons to Love the Dejoria Center & High Star Ranch in Kamas, Utah

Located in the Kamas Valley in Summit County and butting up to the Uinta National Forest, High Star Ranch is a new kind of neighborhood. The equestrian ranch sits on 1,000 acres of land, and boasts stunning views of Mt. Timpanogos, Box Elder Peak, Deer Valley and more. Just 30 minutes from Park City and 45 minutes to the Salt Lake International Airport, High Star reaches the ever elusive state of being in the middle of nowhere yet being connected to it all.

1. State Road Tavern

The State Road Tavern opened in January 2016. This family friendly establishment features its own custom built smoker and provides hungry customers with freshly smoked Angus beef, pork and organic chicken. There are over 20 beers served and an impressive offering of craft cocktails. Come in for a side of High Star Jo Jo’s or Brisket tacos and enjoy the fireplace and the al fresco view. As if dining could get any better, there is a full bar and Sunday brunch.

2. Bar Josephine

Bar Josephine

Bar Josephine is the freshest watering hole to open in Utah. Yet the large cottonwoods and lush Kentucky bluegrass views make you feel like it’s been around forever. Come experience the awesome patio and the modern design inside. With live music on Saturdays, Bar Josephine is open Friday and Saturday nights and during Thursday concerts.

3. Summer Concerts

Summer Concerts at Dejoria

The Dejoria Center is proud to partner with Mountain Town Music to present a six-week Summer Concert Series. Every Thursday June 16 to July 21, these events are free and open to the public. Burgers, hot dogs and beverages are available for purchase. Let the kids run around on the lawn by the big pond while you listen and chat with friends. Or sit outside at the State Road Tavern to enjoy a full dining menu while you listen. While these shows are free, outside food and drink are not permitted.

4. A World Class Venue

Dejoria Center

The Dejoria Center is pleased to host events from 10 to 2000. Thoughtful practicality has been built into the design of this world class venue. There is ample parking as well as VIP valet services. And the venue welcomes everyone from executive gatherings to corporate retreats to meet in their state-of-the art meeting spaces. With full technology integration and wagon rides at the same venue, you’re sure to strike the right balance with Dejoria.

5. Laid Back Living

Laid Back Living

There is a type of home for everyone’s taste at High Star Ranch which now offers homesites, luxury Ranch Cabins and custom log homes. The area is nestled in the foothills of the Uinta Mountains and features an idyllic rural ranch setting. High Star Ranch sits on 1,000 acres only 18 miles from Park City. On-site amenities include a fishing pond, two barns, indoor and outdoor equestrian arenas and boarding facilities. Interested in real estate at High Star? Summit Sotheby’s is the listing agency and I’d be happy to get you connected and answer any questions you may have. Check out the brochure here.

6. Trails On The Way

Trails Planned

Time to dust off your mountain bike Park City!

The Most Mountain Biker Friendly Neighborhoods in Park City

Park City MTB Neighborhoods

The Good News? Everywhere in Park City is MTB Friendly

One of the best things about living in Park City is that there is trail access in every neighborhood. Even if you don’t have a trail head right outside of your door, it’s easy to hop on a bike path and find one in a matter of minutes. That said, there are a two neighborhoods that shine a little brighter than the rest for the mountain biker enthusiast. Here are two of our favorites and why.

Prospector Square

Prospector is one of Park City’s most mountain biker friendly neighborhoods. It sits next to a number of trail heads and there is easy access to the Lost Prospector trail and the Round Valley Trail System, which sees the longest mountain bike season of any trail system around. The awesome hand cut trails of old town are just far enough away by paved trail to get a nice warm-up ride in, as well as the lifts at Park City Resort if you prefer more downhill than up.

There are plenty of mountain biker amenities in the Prospector neighborhood. White Pine Touring, Jans and other bike shops are all nearby if you are looking for a tune-up, repair or supplies. This is a bonus for the absent-minded rider; if you have forgotten a granola bar or a map, they can be found right here. And there are coffee shops aplenty for that caffeine fix or convenient meet-up spot. The neighborhood also boasts many après-ride hot spots like El Chubasco, Windy Ridge Cafe, Sammy’s Bistro, Fuego and more.

Give this one a try: Skid Row to Lost Prospector to Gambel Oak, down Masonic back to Lost Prospector. A solid rolling climb to technical, hand cut downhill and a smooth ride out.

Deer Valley

An excellent location to live if you love mountain biking, Deer Valley has over 70 miles of trails, ranging from beginner to advanced. The terrain variety and trail conditions are phenomenal and many of the trails connect to the larger park city trail system. Views of the Jordanelle Reservoir and surrounding mountains make riding in Deer Valley truly spectacular. Plus, there are three lifts to access and plenty of instructors and classes if improved riding is your goal.

There aren’t as many biker amenities in Deer Valley compared to town, but the quality is excellent. The Deer Valley Grocery Café has every item that a hungry biker could want. From fresh roasted coffee to crispy fish tacos, this place can’t be beat. If you’re looking for refreshment after an evening ride feel free to grab a comfy chair on the gorgeous deck. Sit back, relax and enjoy a cold beer or a craft cocktail.

Give this one a try: Mid Mountain to Team Big Bear to Flagstaff Loop. Moderate climbing with breaks and fun technical glades.

With more than 400 miles of bike trails to tap into, which Park City neighborhood wouldn’t be great? Admittedly, there are many more mountain biker friendly neighborhoods, we simply don’t have the time or space to write about them all, because we would rather be riding…

Vail’s effect on Park City this season…

Vail’s Purchase of Park City Leads to Increased Visitors

ski utah epicAccording to Bill Malone*, President and CEO of the Park City Chamber/Bureau, “droves of spring break vacationers and people visiting from Latin American countries led to a successful March”. Malone expects to see increased visitors from Australia due to Vail Resort’s recent acquisition of Perisher, Australia’s largest ski resort.

Although March is always a big month for visitors to Park City, I found it fascinating that in his recent interview with the Park Record, Bill Malone specifically cited visitors from Latin America, Australia and New Zealand. In my casual conversations with people on Park City’s ski lifts, many told me that they were visiting Park City for the first time using their “Epic” ski pass. These visitors had traditionally vacationed in Colorado, but wanted to give Park City a try since it was included on their ski pass. Vail’s Epic pass is sold in 50 countries around the world. In a recent press release, Vail’s CEO, Rob Katz noted, “..we are pleased with the double-digit visitation and revenue growth at Park City, following our transformational capital investments.”

epic passIt is difficult to draw visitors to Park City the first time. However, once first-time visitors experience the charm of Park City and the ease of traveling to our resorts, it is likely they will return.   There is also that possibility that they will like Park City so much, they will want to invest in a permanent or vacation home in Park City and become part of our community. Vail’s acquisition of Park City Resort and the presence of the Epic Pass in Park City is truly a game changer for our community.

Park City New Businesses for 2016!

Donuts, Tots & More: 5 New Businesses in Park City

Just when you thought life in Park City couldn’t be any better, up pop these five wonderful products and services. Disclaimer, most of the products will require an extra notch on your belt.

Twice the DoughTwice The Dough

The clever folks at Twice the Dough felt that our town was missing something, something sweet to go along with our fresh tracks and epic views. They put together a doughnut powerhouse featuring flavors like Orange Dream and Heavenly Cinnful and offer Vegan and Gluten-free options. Specialty, locally brewed coffee is available at the shop (1400 Snow Creek Dr. Suite L) and for the savory lover they make a mean crustless quiche.

Stay Park City

Stay Park City

Stay Park City was put together by a thoughtful group of Parkites who decided that larger travel companies don’t know the best nooks and crannies of our area. Stay Park City is like an Airbnb mixed with the Events section of the Park Record. An added bonus is that those who book directly with the site will enjoy a complimentary concierge service. Guests will have a local advocate sending them to cozy hot spots, giving gear tips and friendly reminders to wear plenty of

Ritual Chocolate

Ritual Chocolate

Using just two ingredients, Ritual Chocolate takes 10 days to transform a chocolate bean into a beautifully crafted chocolate bar. They source beans from around the world and hand wrap and number stamp each individual bar. Tours of their chocolate factory and specialty equipment are offered Thursday and Friday evenings; tickets can be purchased on their website.

PC Tots

PC Tots

Working parents rejoice as PC Tots, Park City’s newest Child Care Program, soon opens its doors. Addressing a growing demand of high quality yet affordable child care, PC Tots was the result of major community organizations coming together. Mountainlands Community Housing Trust, Holy Cross Ministries, United Way, Intermountain Healthcare and others joined together to form this nonprofit child care program. Caring for infants up to children 6 years of age, there are extended hours and weekend programs.

Bodega on Main


The missing link to Park City’s vibrant food scene has always been Spanish fare. Bodega on Main fills the void beautifully. Described as a “modern style Spanish tapas bar”, they mix traditional plates with their own unique twist. Spanishphiles will relish their wine list, and their craft cocktails are a surprisingly cosmopolitan assembly of Spanish old world and mountain saloon. It’s a relaxed setting where you will find wonderful food and service. Reservations welcomed.

What do you Love about Park City, Utah?

Why we Love our Town…by Nancy Tallman

This past weekend’s “Autumn Aloft” balloon festival was nothing short of spectacular. I am very fortunate to raise my kids and work in such a magical place.

autumn aloft Park City by Lisa Signor








Since Outside Magazine named Park City the “Best Town in America” in 2013, there have been several accolades for our town.

The Park City Chamber of Commerce announced these recent ones in the national media:

My family enjoys all of the locations mentioned above. It’s truly extraordinary to live in a beautiful, small mountain town with world class amenities. What would you add to this list?

A Scorned Foodie Picks The NCAA Tournament


Every year I catch the fever that is called March Madness. I watch the selection show, scour the Internet and eaves drop on conversations around the water cooler, all to inform my NCAA tourney brackets.

Every year I sit back and watch as somebody else surpasses me in braketology and ask myself where it all went wrong.  Maybe I’m just not suited for predicting college basketball games in March.

Every year I hear that the person who won the pool picked their brackets based on team mascot or team colors or some other extraneous criteria. Then I feel even worse. How could somebody who knows nothing about the sport beat me?

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I have an Idea!

This year will be different. I’ve decided to use a unique selection process to choose my brackets. I thought long and hard about it and came to the conclusion –

Why not choose the teams based on their food pedigree. That sounds so ridiculous it just may work.

So here’s the criteria I used:

Teams that are in regions that have a strong food culture supersede a team from an area that is a culinary wasteland.

  • Is there a strong farming community that thrives on sustainable, artisan foods?
  • Do they make all natural, handmade foods in the region?
  • Is there a strong restaurant scene near the school?
  • Is the area known for a specific food that is unique and delicious?

My Picks

By using these new criteria, I worked through my bracket and came to the following final four teams:

BBQ ribsMidwest – From a food standpoint, probably the weakest collection of schools. However, there are a few standouts, including St. Louis, Oregon, Memphis and Duke.  Based on their BBQ and whiskey, I’m giving this region to Memphis (6), though Oregon is a close second.

Category:Stub-Class Cheeses articlesWest – This is a tough region. You have Southern University, Wisconsin and Gonzaga from parts of the country that feature great food. These three are all legitimate choices, but because cheese is one of my favorite foods, I’m going to have to choose Wisconsin (5).

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South – I wouldn’t say this region features the obvious areas one would associate with a thriving food scene, but there are a few to note. North Carolina, UCLASan Diego State and Georgetown are the best. I’ll have to pick Georgetown (2) because DC has such a great restaurant scene, it’s close to Maryland which has some of the best seafood on the east coast and not far from the pig farms in Virginia. Hard to argue with that one.

Deutsch: Bratwürste.

East – There are a number of contenders in this region. You have Cal in northern California, Marquette in Milwaukee, University of Miami, and Pacific (offering northern Oregon produce, hops for beer and wine grapes). So my heart says Pacific, but Cal is also a major consideration being close to farms, cheese makers and of course, Napa. This is too close to call and any of these teams could be a legitimate choice, but I have to go with Marquette (3) since it is in Milwaukee, which stands for brats, beer and cheese – some of my favorite food vices.

Georgetown Hoyas athletic logo

Of those 4 teams, I’ll have to award the NCAA Championship to…Georgetown (2). It offers great restaurants, fresh seafood and reasonable proximity to a great agriculture scene.

So there you have it. A few expected picks and a few surprises. Maybe I wouldn’t be that far off from these selections by choosing based on basketball ability, but I certainly had more fun in the process.

Have any opinions about my selections, please kindly respond below and let me know what you think.

Park City to the middle of Costa Rica in 20 hours

Can’t say I enjoyed that. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since travelling solo to a foreign place with little sleep, little food, lots of rain and even more darkness. Maybe it’s because it’s everything I sought out for? Maybe it’s because i just left 3 feet of the Greatest Snow on Earth?  As usual, it was an epic.


Jumping in a little orange Hyundai taxi I asked the driver to gun it. I want to make the 2:30 bus for San Isidro General

and leave San Jose behind as its not a favorite place to spend time. Like an F-1 race car, we zip in and out of traffic, sometimes missing sea blue and yellow buses by the skin of our teeth. Motorcyclists line the gaps between cars at every stop light and sometimes line the sidewalks.

Ten minutes into my harrowing escape from San Jose, were stuck in traffic. Five minutes later, we move a car length. I see 2:14 on the dashboard, a bus to our left, a train to our right, miles of cars in front of us and a motorcycle jump the curb and around all of this.


Thinking the same thing I ask Roy the driver,

“Donde estacion por el bus?”

“3 o 4 kilometers, mas o menos”

“Ok. Yo carrer.” I’ll run. Seems like the normal thing to do upon arriving in Costa Rica. The last time I ran in 85 degrees and 85% humidity to catch a ferry. This time, it’s 78 degrees, 100% humidity and 100% pouring rain. After all, it is the ‘wet season’ here.

Looking over his right shoulder, Ray breaks out his perfect English,

“In the rain? You are going to run in this?”

I hand him 14,000 colones, grab my bag, jump out of the car with nothing more than jeans, a sweatshirt and my lucky 1995 blue gray and maroon quiksilver ski hat, into the driving rain and listen to Ray as I poke my head thru the passenger side window,For reasons unknown, running is a normal response. Some things never die.

“6 blocks direcca. 5 blocks isquierda. Cross the train tracks. 1km a terminale, direcca. Primera stop light, isquierda. 200 metres el bus ea en su direcca.” Sounds like me trying to speak Spanish.

“Gracias Ray.”

I fold up my jeans and take off across broken concrete sidewalks and splash almost every puddle. Six blocks and there’s been an accident, the cause of the jam. Policia and ambulancias have everything blocked off around an SUV that t-boned a little red taxi. I run around the accident, across some train tracks make a left, a right, another left and slide into the bus station sopping wet and buy myself a ticket for the 3:30 bus. Four minutes late.

Five hours later, the Musoc bus rolls into San Isidro de General, a sketchy place according to my brother who spent some time here 6 years earlier. Confirmed by 3 people at the Agua Termales today. It’s like dealing with the paparazzi when you walk off a bus in Central America.


“Taxi? Taxi? Mi amigo, taxi?”

No, I really need to go to the bathroom.I blindly scurry into a mercado filled with candy, coca cola, chips and Costa Rican trinkets. “Taxi?”

Growing some balls, I walk out under the street lights of San Isidro and jump in a 4×4 taxi and say “San Gerardo de Rivas, por favor.”

An hour later and numerous openings of the sky above, the truck rattles up a steep,

rocky and dirt road to Hotel Roca Dura where I’m greeted by a friendly Luis Hernandez, the sounds of Vanilla Ices “ice ice baby” the smooth taste of an Imperial lager and a much needed plate of salty homemade fries and a burger.

Word to your motha. I’m out.

A Costa Rican Dance

***The next few posts are about a recent trip to Costa Rica, made easy 

IMG_2470by having an international airport just 35 minutes away.***

“Before my toes land completely on the tile floor, they’re jutting my knees into my chest. My arms flail wildly in all directions while my hands swat every body part known to man.

As I rip my shirt off, untie my shorts and untangle them from my ankles, I crash through my bedroom door and into the main room of hotel Roca dura, still swatting and spinning round and round.


I stand half naked and fully freaked out under a dim blue light, Deb from Montreal puts down her book and laughingly says,

“Ballar de la cucharacha!”

The dance of the cock roach.


Manage the Sundance Film Festival Like a Local

Park City Sundance Film Festival

Sundance is almost here and if you want to manage Sundance like a local, read my friend, Hilary Reiter’s blog, re-posted with permission, from the Historic Park City website.

Having “temporarily” relocated to Park City in 2001 to work in the Press Office of the Sundance Film Festival (and, of course, to ski as much as possible), more than 11 years later I’ve yet to break away from this mountain town paradise. As I approach my 12th Sundance, I figure I’m as qualified as most anyone to offer some insight as to how to get the most from the 10-day Festival extravaganza for those who are not members of the Hollywood jet set. Every year, my friends and I declare, “If you can’t fight ‘em, join ‘em!” This mantra, of course, refers to the crowds of entertainment industry workers, filmmakers, celebrities, media, sponsors (official and guerilla)…and, oh yes, the throngs of gawkers.

So how does one join them, en lieu of fighting them? First, leave the car at home or park at Deer Valley Resort. If the Jennifer Annistons of the world manage to ride the free busses, which run extra frequently during the Festival, so can the little people. In addition to hassle-free transportation, the buses make for great people watching and eavesdropping. And you never know who you’ll meet that will be gracious enough to invite you to that impossible-to-get-into party.

If you want to be immersed in the Main Street bustle, you can’t make your dinner reservations too far in advance. Most restaurants are open to the public, although they may close during certain hours for private functions. Several bars remain open nightly, and celebrity sightings are not uncommon at both watering holes and restaurants if your mission is to stargaze. There are also ticketed shows for national music acts at venues like Park City Live, Downstairs and The Star Bar. Many of the official Sundance sponsors rent storefronts on Main Street and are open to the public, so be sure to explore those as well. If nothing else, you can warm up with a free cup of coffee.

While some residents complain about the Hollywood and New York types who descend on Park City, I have actually found them to be largely considerate of – and even fascinated by – locals. Some festivalgoers are so envious of the well-balanced lifestyle and spectacular natural surroundings we enjoy that they invite us to their shindigs to add some local color. Perhaps it’s because I’m a New Yorker who launched my career in the music industry that I embrace the fast pace and the occasional attitudes of Festival attendees. But, If you live in Park City, work that angle to your advantage – more often than not, you’ll find you are appreciated. Sundance is part of what makes Park City special, so embrace it.

Ultimately, Sundance is and should be about the films and the opportunity to see some rare gems in Park City’s extraordinary, intimate setting. The cast and crew Q&As that follow the screenings are often more satisfying and magical than the films themselves. I must confess that I have never purchased locals tickets to screenings as I never know what my busy schedule will accommodate. I’ve discovered over the years that I manage to see quite a few films, regardless (my record year was 22 screenings, and I never saw the light of day). The crowds dwindle during the second half of the Festival, and it’s easier to get into films after they have screened a couple of times. Waitlist at the larger venues toward the end of the festival, and you’re almost guaranteed a seat if you show up 45 minutes to an hour ahead of the screening time. Oftentimes, people have extra tickets to sell outside the venues. This strategy is advantageous as it allows you to hear word-of-mouth buzz that has generated about the films, so you can make educated choices about what you get tickets for. Extra tickets are also released daily at the Sundance Box Office in the Gateway building at the corner of Swede Alley and Heber Avenue. Don’t waste your time clamoring to get tickets for star-studded films that already have distribution. You can see them shortly after the Festival in theaters. Instead, go for the documentaries or foreign films that you may only have the chance to see during Sundance.

My final tip is perhaps the most prudent – get your flu shot and start your bacteria-fighting regimen now. The influx of big city germs coupled with long days and late nights can be a sickly combination. Pace yourself during the ten days, and you’ll be poised for a Sundance to remember.


A friend once asked me if I had ever been to the desert and I responded, “Why would I ever want to go the desert?”

“One day, you will understand,” she quietly said as she turned and walked away.

I find myself sitting underneath the last mountain range to be mapped, explored and named in a tiny town known as Hanksville. A red t-shirt on the wall with large, white lettering says, “Where the Hell is Hanksville?” I laugh because I know and have known for a little over a decade about Hanksville, the gateway to FUN!

Henry Mountains covered in the Greatest Snow on Earth

The Henry Mountains rise majestically over the Colorado Plateau to the west of Hanksville. The Henry’s, ancient volcanoes rising over 6000’ above the valley floor, are coated in a fresh blanket of Utah powder and I, without my ski gear and partners can only stare for the 10th year in a row of the possibility of skiing from the summit of Mt. Ellen. A bitter cup of coffee will have to suffice.

Ten years ago I fell in love with the Henry’s when I first viewed them from the land of Goblins and the uplift of the San Rafael Swell, an artist palette of ambers, creams,

Ding Dang Dome

maroons and rurples, a mix of reds and purples, in case you didn’t know. This is a land of desolation and seclusion, a land of tumbleweed and cacti, a land of waste. Up close, this land offers a life without borders, a life without questions, a life full of thrills and excitement. Pronghorn Antelope and the great wild American Cow roam these arid lands in search of feed. The only life worth eating out here is Indian Rice Grass, a few milk vetches, penstemons and jimsonweed, but only if you feel like exploring the third world like Ken Kesey on his magic bus.

This is the Colorado Plateau, a magic bus in and of itself. Wanderers from around the globe come here to raft the great waters of the Colorado, Green, Dirty Devil and the San Juan. Mountain bikers race on slick rock and single track, dropping sandstone steps with their 6” of suspension. Canyoneers come to slither along coarse yet smooth sandstone,

The author and friend stemming in Trail Canyon

rappel into the bowels of the Earth and swim through murky, muddy waters filled with feces, decaying desert animals and stagnant water, some holes never seeing the sun’s rays. Occasionally, you take a drink when you gasp upon entering the Icelandic cold waters. I lost the ability to have children because of these waters, Nature’s birth control.

Ah yes, the birth canal of Trail Canyon. A place so deep and tight you don’t have to be much larger than Marilyn Monroe to get stuck. As a matter of fact, my left quad becomes lodged between both canyon walls, my toes unable to reach the sandy floor. My body leans like the Tower of Pisa, facing down canyon. I’m pinched. I’m stuck. Assistance comes from the help of a friend’s hand but no luck, I’m not budging. Another friend grabs onto the first friend creating a chain of strength and support, friends are good like that. But again, no luck. I breathe. With one final gasp of energy, I push with one hand, two friends pull on my ‘fat pants’ and I’m dislodged, a 30” waist never felt so large, I’ve never felt so constricted. We continue swimming through murky waters, ‘high-balling’ 30’ off the canyon floor to move over the narrowest sections of Trail Canyon. There’s more than one way to skin a cat and we all chose our method of escape. This is called canyoneering. We call this fun, only different.

Happy to see the light.

Slithering, sliding, scampering, rappelling, jumping and swimming down narrow hallways known as slot canyons. Elevator shafts body wide fall deep into the Earth and we use our hips and shoulders to brace and move us. Laughter abounds as we scurry around every corner, wondering what is next. Slot canyons are dynamic creatures. There was once a pothole of water that required a full-on swim, also known as thrashing. Now, it is a tub of sand 8’ tall and we walk in ankle deep water to move across. Mae West slots have 6 more inches of sand filling the bottoms making for a flat, even surfaced walking path through the sands of time. It’s hard not to walk inside the epidermis of the Earth without the thought of getting stuck, the thought of the Earth shifting and the thought that this is the most fun ever! It really is.

One can canyoneer the same canyon year after year and return to a different beast. That’s what makes canyoneering so mysterious, almost melodic. You never know what you are getting into on each visit, water one year, dry the next. A flash flood washes canyons clean and sometimes, floods deposit chockstones, logs, and occasionally, dead animals. We climb up and over a dead goat thinking this could be lunch or dinner if we cannot exit. Dig in.

Rappelling into the bowels of the Earth

Slots are dangerous places. Not only are there tight places to squeeze through, there are down climbs where one slip could mean injury or death. There are rappel anchors coming mysteriously out of dirt or from a pile of rocks. Tug, tug, tug…yep, that’s stable. Rappel quickly but smoothly. A few weeks ago, a canyoneer spent 6 days on a ledge 100’ above the base of a canyon after his partner perished, pulling the rappel ropes along with him. Thankfully, he was wise and let someone know where he was and gave them a worry time. He was rescued safely. Years ago, Aron Ralston lodged his hand between a rock and a canyon wall. In order to escape, he had to muster up the courage to twist and break his forearm twice before cutting through it with a dull knife and then rappel out of the canyon and go for safety. He wasn’t so wise.

As I look out the window of the restaurant Blondie’s, I see truck’s pulling boats heading to Powell, SUV’s with bikes on the back and bags on top. A couple in the booth next to me talks of which canyon they are to descend next. I ponder the idea that began ten years ago, skiing the elusive and wild Henry Mountains. A mountain range playing host to the last free ranging buffalo herd in all of North America. A range home to the likes of Edward Abbey, General Wesley Powell, the desert rat turned legend, Everett Ruess and the likes of Billy the Kid and the Hole in the Rock Gang. A mountain range built from magma of ancient volcanoes, an island in the sky.

We wander these parts in search of answers, to figure ‘it’ out and return home feeling better. Most times we come away not finding any answers, only finding ourselves pondering what those questions were, for we have forgotten.

Mancos Shale in the evening sun

I have forgotten.

I revisit the question of 12 years ago when I first moved to Utah,

“…One day, you’ll understand.”

Through all the madness of the world, the life and death of loved ones, the memories created and the memories lost, I believe I’m beginning to understand the desert more and more with each passing moment, with each and every passing experience. But just like the sands of time, we all change and look at life with different perspectives, through different lenses. Today I have my sunglasses on, after all, this is Utah and it’s bluebird out. I step into my car named Phoenix, turn the key and step on the gas.

Leaving town I know I’ll be back in a few weeks, it’s that desert time of year. A smile grows on my face and happiness consumes me. I look in the rear view mirror to read the sign leading into town, “Welcome to Hanksville!”

The Henry Mountains amongst the sands of time.

In understanding the desert, you have to find and understand yourself. Well, as I lay in my sleeping bag last night I asked myself who I was, where I am and where am I going?

To Hanksville! A place I can’t tell you the whereabouts for it’s a place I can only show!