by Jodi Peterson and Marty DurlinMartha Roskowski, husband John Waitman and their 3-year-old twins, Lukas and Sophie, visited after biking the Book Cliffs trail in nearby Fruita, Colo. The family lives in Boulder, Colo., where Martha is the city's alternative transportation manager. She used to head the nonprofit Bike America and spent time in Washington, D.C., lobbying Congress to make biking safer and easier.
Paul Milner and Cody Wiley of Cedar Crest, N.M., stopped by to say hello on their way to Boulder, Colo. Paul's working on a bachelor's degree in geography at the University of New Mexico, where Cody recently completed a dual master's degree in geography and water resources.
FORMER INTERNS PUBLISH AND POLITICJared Farmer's new book, On Zion's Mount: Mormons, Indians, and the American Landscape, was just published by Harvard University Press. Jared, an HCN intern in summer 1996, is now an assistant professor of history at The State University of New York at Stony Brook. His previous book is Glen Canyon Dammed: Inventing Lake Powell and the Canyon Country. Author David Rich Lewis describes On Zion's Mount as "magnificent historical storytelling, both fun and provocative."
Former intern Pete McBride, spring 1994, was recently elected to the Basalt, Colo., town council. He campaigned in support of keeping tight bounds on urban growth; the town is a booming bedroom community for the ritzy resort of Aspen just down the pike. Congrats, Pete.
Utah Phillips "catches the Westbound" Folk singer Utah Phillips died at the age of 73 in his home in Nevada City, Calif., on Friday, May 23, the day before a concert was held here in Paonia's town park to help raise funds for his medical expenses.
Hobo, anarchist and activist, Utah was known as "the golden voice of the great Southwest" and was nominated for a Grammy for Fellow Workers, his 1999 collaboration with Ani DiFranco. Utah took his name from his home state, where he ran a losing campaign for Senate in 1968 on the Peace and Freedom ticket.
In an introduction to his song, The Telling Takes Me Home, he wrote, "When I talk about the West, I don't mean anybody's West but my own."
Let me sing to you all the old
songs I know
Of wild and windy places locked
in timeless snow
And wide crimson deserts where
the muddy rivers flow
It's sad, but the telling takes me
home, takes me home.