Historical Fiction by Doug Ross Rafting the lower San Juan River in the early rubber boats, circa 1950. Note the old-style inflatable life-belts. All photographs courtesy of Doug Ross. Editor's. Note: This story was originally published by the Canyon Echo and the San Juan County Historical Commission in July 1996 as part of the ‘Life Along the … Continue reading July 1996: After All These Years… Boating the San Juan Before Glen Canyon Dam
Category: Archive (1993-1997)
From the Archive: Hot Water(fall)
Lake Powell, located in southeastern Utah, drowns a portion of the Colorado River and the lower segment of the San Juan River. And, yes, you read it correctly - there is a major waterfall on the lower San Juan River below the Clay Hills BLM boatramp. While the waterfall has been widely publicized by river-runners, most everyone else has either ignored its presence, or still assumes that the San Juan flows quietly unimpeded into Lake Powell. Nothing could be farther from the truth!
The Utah Navajos Relocation in the 1950s: Life Along the San Juan River (originally pub. July 1996)
Eds. Note: This story was originally published by the Canyon Echo and the San Juan County Historical Commission in July 1996 as part of the 'Life Along the San Juan River' historical series. It's being republished online with permission from the author. By Beth E. King, PhD This is the story of one of the … Continue reading The Utah Navajos Relocation in the 1950s: Life Along the San Juan River (originally pub. July 1996)
Lefty’s Soap Box: Aphids and Ladybugs (March 1996)
Aphids are nasty little critters. Their joy is ganging up on the flowers of chiles and sucking all of the life out of them. Outdoors, at least in Bluff, aphids are seldom a problem. Sometimes they cluster on the flowers of the Siberian peas, but they are easily sprayed off with a hose, or the wind blows them off, or the ladybugs get them.
Spring Fever: The gardening bug bites (March 1996)
By Linda Richmond The days have been warm and sunny, the crocus and daffodils are blooming, the elm trees bloomed weeks ago, and local gardeners have the urge to plant something. In the vegetable garden, peas, lettuce and carrots can go in now. Surveying my meager compost pile, I wondered if I could plant a … Continue reading Spring Fever: The gardening bug bites (March 1996)
Excerpt: A Traveler’s Guide to Monument Valley (1993)
Through numerous western movies and, more recently, a multitude of commercials and advertisements, millions of people from around the world readily recognize the monoliths of Monument Valley. Despite the region's incredibly diverse topography, ranging from yawning chasms to saw-toothed, alpine mountains, it is Monument Valley’s red sandstone buttes, mesas, and pinnacles that most people consider the quintessential image of the American Southwest.
Crossing Comb Ridge: The Utah Strip before paved roads (1996)
There is a narrow strip of land in southern Utah which stretches from East to West, from the Colorado border to Navajo Mountain. It is roughly bounded on the north by the San Juan River, and on the south by the Arizona state line. It is the frontier where American expansion ran aground in the muddy waters of the San Juan River. It is the northern edge of the Navajo Nation, whose boundaries have shifted as readily, and almost as often, as the sands of the river itself, since its establishment by the Treaty of 1868.
Lefty’s Soap Box: Spring planting, starting chiles, and other gardening tips (Feb. 1995)
Note: Lefty's Soap Box, a gardening column by former Canyon Echo editor Phil Hall, ran each month throughout the 1990s. If the weather keeps up like this February may become my favorite month. Good moisture, beautiful blue sky days, nights with crystal stars. During the week of the Presidents' birthdays we planted peas. The soil … Continue reading Lefty’s Soap Box: Spring planting, starting chiles, and other gardening tips (Feb. 1995)
Geese, River Ghost, the Holy Ghost – a field report by Ellen Meloy (1995)
By Ellen Meloy | Our simplest perception of the San Juan River is one of physics digested by the senses: sun on water, the graceful curve of a meander, best felt through the membrane of a boat, or the rasp of water over sand as the river shifts, sorts, and reshapes its silty load.
One Hundred Years In Bluff (1997)
Very little has changed in this part of Bluff's landscape, as shown by these two photos, 100 years apart. Bluff residents gathered on Cemetery Hill, with Locomotive Rock in the background, in February to re-photograph scenes depicted in some of the historical photographs. Although the cemetery has gained a few additions, efforts are underway to … Continue reading One Hundred Years In Bluff (1997)