Tied to the Post
Pollen path
The evening was a dream. Laying in the hammock my wife had given me for my birthday, I watched as twilight set in. Looking up from my woven sling into the slowly darkening sky made me drowsy and so...
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Are you doing that?
It was a slow night at Twin Rocks Cafe. Outside giant flakes of snow gently fell, and a thick white blanket cloaked the gravel parking lot. But for the occasional snowplow that scraped and sparked ...
Mar 11, 2015 | 0 0 comments | 457 457 recommendations | email to a friend
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Simply red
Sunrises and sunsets over this high desert country are fabulous at this time of year. They often look as if someone took a match and fired-up an entire bank of burners.
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Musing
Recently I found myself sitting atop a large flat rock surrounded by a field of dry, yellow grass while the chilly wind rattled through stalks of once vibrant wild columbine.
Nov 12, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 373 373 recommendations | email to a friend
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A hike into Pole Canyon
Last Sunday afternoon, I took the opportunity to go on a short hike, starting my trek west of Monticello on the northeastern flank of what locals call Blue Mountain.
Oct 01, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 458 458 recommendations | email to a friend
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The mighty Twin Rocks
A very interesting looking couple in their mid 30s came into Twin Rocks Trading Post last week.
Jun 11, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 469 469 recommendations | email to a friend
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Bluff yellow roses
The wild yellow roses of spring have blossomed on the Gaines’ property just across the dusty gravel parking lot of Twin Rocks Trading Post.
May 14, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 473 473 recommendations | email to a friend
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Racist, racist, who is the racist?
Our good friend Marx Powell is fond of saying, “He who angers you, owns you.” Well, I fear I am about to be owned.
May 07, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 362 362 recommendations | email to a friend
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A Bee C
Early Wednesday morning I loaded Buffy the Wonder Dog into my old Ford pickup and headed north. Destination: San Juan High School, Blanding, UT.
Feb 26, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 392 392 recommendations | email to a friend
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A few stones short of a cluster
Once in a while, Barry and I have visitors at Twin Rocks Trading Post who say something like, “Wow, I am glad I finally caught you open. I have been here several times and you are always closed.”
Jan 29, 2014 | 0 0 comments | 663 663 recommendations | email to a friend
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