OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
In the Spring of 1994, Chris Morrell was a graduate of Monticello High School, and like most seniors in high school, eager to get out of the little town he’d always called home.
Being one in a handful of non LDS-kids, Morrell wasn’t treated poorly,...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Judi
Sorry for the little hiatus. I am a mother, and sometimes mothering gets……chaotic.
Speaking of motherhood, it isn’t inaccurate to say that I spend most of my waking and bits of my sleeping hours agonizing over my parenting.
I’m not so far removed from...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
Nearly 25 years removed from his San Juan football glory days, John Slavens still has that competitive Bronco attitude.
After serving a two-year church mission, completing a stint as a defensive back for the BYU Cougars, and earning masters degree in...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
You can see the whole world from Radio Hill
On the top of Radio Hill, a spot overlooking Recapture Reservoir north of Blanding, stands an old radio tower and a low squar-ish, abandoned building. For many years, it was a busy news hub that broadcast...
Out of the Bluesby Maggie Boyle Judi It is mid-March, 1932 and Alfred Frost and his brother Kent have been hiking the red and white striped canyons, crisp streambeds and sage covered desert floors of southeastern Utah for six days.
The brothers set off from Shirttail Junction, south of...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
On a shelf in my kitchen sits a small glass bluebird called, “The bluebird of happiness.”
It is a gift given by Tauna DeGraw Larsen and her mother, Maxine Himmelberger to the graduates, newlyweds, and the newborns of Monticello for many years.
I got...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
This week, we have two stories in one. The first is the story of how two California residents ended up Under the Blues in San Juan County.
The second is how one of them recently ended up Out of the Blues and standing on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
At the beginning of every summer, in the shadow of the south peak of the Abajos, a group of rambunctious boy scouts and their leaders camp amid the hallowed ground of the great San Juan County outdoors.
Their purpose, at this week long camp called...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
In the spring of 1995, on a sunny day in Moab, I was rinsing the sandy red dirt from my 16-year-old feet, after a calm and lazy raft trip on the Colorado River, when my peaceful reverie was broken by my good friend, Lupe Alba.
Lupe, being the...
OUT OF THE BLUESby Maggie Boyle Judi
The education of Jane Beckwith didn’t really begin until after her graduation from Brigham Young University, when she became a Buckaroo, in Monticello, in the fall of 1968.
Fresh from the education program, her enthusiasm for her new job was brimming...
