Tied to the Post

TIED TO THE POSTSteve & Barry Simpson 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. The deserted meadow is located on the eastern edge of the Blue...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson 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. The day was a bit wet for such an outing, but it was not cold and I felt...
TIED TO THE POST by Steve & Barry Simpson A very interesting looking couple in their mid 30s came into Twin Rocks Trading Post last week. The best way to describe the woman is to say that she looked to be carefully constructed of a cluster of rose-colored balloons arranged on...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson The wild yellow roses of spring have blossomed on the Gaines’ property just across the dusty gravel parking lot of Twin Rocks Trading Post. I see those leafy green, thorn encrusted bushes graced with softly beautiful, sunlit blossoms as a...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson Our good friend Marx Powell is fond of saying, “He who angers you, owns you.” Well, I fear I am about to be owned. Since Craig went out on his own, Barry and I have been spending a great deal of time at Twin Rocks Café. Aside from the 15-hour...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson Early Wednesday morning I loaded Buffy the Wonder Dog into my old Ford pickup and headed north. Destination: San Juan High School, Blanding, UT. When the task is great, Buffy is the Simpson family and Twin Rocks Trading Post talisman, and...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson 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.” Since our official hours for most of the year...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve Simpson The heavy rains had come a week earlier. As a result, the weeds were pressing in on the trading post. I had put off attending to the ever-increasing patch longer than I should and they demanded attention. The morning was bright and sunny, so I decided it...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve Simpson As young boys in the 1960’s, my two brothers and I haunted the flickering street lights of Bluff. With fists full of pea gravel, we attempted to bring down the acrobatically elusive bats which also frequented the lamps after dusk. Drawn by hoards of...
Tied to the Postby Barry Simpson “Am I not crazy?,” the woman said as we strolled about the Twin Rocks Trading Post perusing the displays. “I shouldn’t love this stuff, but I can’t not!” Each time I showed and described another piece of art to my enthusiastic patron, I was graced with...

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