Tied to the Post

It was several years ago, when my knees were still capable of runs longer than across the room to the refrigerator.  As I stepped out into the predawn for my morning jog, I noticed the stars shining in the inky sky, reminding me of Elvis on stage. As I began the journey, Grover, the yellow lab...
It’s time for Rick Bell’s sixth annual Year in Review, and 2021 has been a year to remember (or try to forget). My first career was as a news photographer, and I like to keep a camera handy to record things worth shooting. This year I’ve focused on subjects in Bluff, the Trading Post, and some...
You’re fired! With those words, my trading post career almost came to an abrupt and terrible end. The day began so promisingly; the sun was shining, birds were singing, Priscilla had come to work early, and even grumpy old Rick was in a good mood. With all those indicators pointing in the right...
Day after day, I marvel at the easy beauty of this small river valley and wonder how the natural world relates to my personal sphere. I am always looking for a message from the animals, trees, rocks or anything else that may have something to say. It is probably naïve and self-centered to think I...
A while ago I was standing in Twin Rocks Café when a woman approached me with a question. The woman explained she was the author of the book about Baxter Liebler entitled, “A Highly Adaptable Gospel.” She went on to say she had read some of our stories about Father Liebler and St. Christopher’s...
Late in the afternoon, I stood behind the jewelry counter watching the evening fade to black. It was the type of fall day that causes Twin Rocks Trading Post patrons to ask, “Is it always this nice here?” As we all know, nothing is universally the same, and in Bluff everything, including the...
Like most businesses that have survived the global pandemic thus far, at Twin Rocks Trading Post we are constantly attempting to peer into the future, hoping to find a successful path through the fog of COVID-19. To quote the book Land: How the Hunger for Ownership Shaped the Modern World, by...
When I began my undergraduate studies at Weber State College in the late 1970s, I, like many of my San Juan High School peers, had not carefully considered my future. Although I thought it might be interesting to be a white-shoe lawyer working in New York City, I had no understanding what it took...
As Bob Dylan once wrote, “The Times They are a Changin’.” And they are surely a changin’ ‘round Bluff. After an exceptionally hot and dry summer – which made us wonder whether there would be any water left to drink when fall arrived and caused some of us to question whether beer might be the only...
Last week, I was traveling through southern Colorado with its upside-down American flags and Trump Won banners waving in the breeze, when I suddenly got a hankerin’ for country music. I wasn’t looking for the modern stuff that sounds like Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys with a sinus...

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