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Hiking Perspectives a la dogs

Do you look down or around? From my observation, most human hiking companions do one or another. By habit, some cast their eyes on the ground, watching for roots, stones, and critters. Others have their heads in the clouds, or at least the ridges and […]

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Daypack and Saddlebag Must Haves

No doubt moving makes you appreciate what’s left behind. Sure, I love Utah. But where’s my Slipstream granola and Eco Lips lip balm? Two great products for day packs and saddlebags. I stumbled across both Iowa products while cruising farmer’s markets and reading local papers […]

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Maine to Utah, circa 1849

Imagine my delight in learning a Maine family was among the first white folk to settle in this neighborhood! Meet Thomas and Mary Jane Butterfield of Farmington, Maine. [Photo at right shows the stone and brass monument, erected in their hometown, Herriman.] In the 1830’s, […]

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Adjusting to a younger scene

It won’t be the old folks running you off the road or scooting ahead of you in the grocery line. It’ll be the teenagers. That’s the deal when you move from the oldest state in the country to the youngest one (according to the most […]

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The Genesis of UtahOutsider

I’ve lived in many places – East Coast, West Coast, and in between, France and Ireland. Every move has come with a tipsy balance of knowledge and ignorance. Along the way, assumptions have been dispelled; preconceived notions have been shot down. Curiosity has been my […]

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Maine girl moves West

I was born and raised on the coast of Maine. The ocean was a given. We swam in it, sailed on it, clammed it, fished it, even hopped its icebergs during the coldest winters. Then I left home. When I came back years later, I […]

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Maine girl moves West

I was born and raised on the coast of Maine. The ocean was a given. We swam in it, sailed on it, clammed it, fished it, even hopped its icebergs during the coldest winters. Then I left home. When I came back years later, I […]

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Rock Canyon Rocks

The first month of living in Utah was spent at the Residence Inn in Provo. One room. Two people. Two dogs. One cat. (Officially, this cat did not exist. This non-existent cat was never smuggled by suitcase into the Residence Inn after two crated days […]

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