And of course, it was a Cabbage White . Typically the first to arrive, most often the last to depart. Hardy buggers. Foreign invaders too,...

  High Desert, Endless War Time came to leave Zion, Heather and I chose not to go out the same way we came in. There lay the graveyard o...

Grafton Shifting sands, foundered fortunes.     Follow the Virgin River a few miles out of Zion's canyon and you'll come to ...

The Canyon   Ten years ago this week, a convention in Utah sidetracked  my Odyssey around Superior, which by then was a regular workfl...

  By overwhelming consensus, spring has arrived. On or about the exact vernal equinox, I went out to see for myself. On the ground...