TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
The evening was a dream. Laying in the hammock my wife had given me for my birthday, I watched as twilight set in. Looking up from my woven sling into the slowly darkening sky made me drowsy and soothed my senses.
I was captivated by the...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
It was a slow night at Twin Rocks Cafe. Outside giant flakes of snow gently fell, and a thick white blanket cloaked the gravel parking lot. But for the occasional snowplow that scraped and sparked along the pavement just east of the...
TIED TO THE POSTby Barry & Steve Simpson
Sunrises and sunsets over this high desert country are fabulous at this time of year. They often look as if someone took a match and fired-up an entire bank of burners.
Ripples of red, orange and yellow disperse across the heavens, warm my...
TIED TO THE POSTSteve & Barry Simpson
Recently I found myself sitting atop a large flat rock surrounded by a field of dry, yellow grass while the chilly wind rattled through stalks of once vibrant wild columbine.
The deserted meadow is located on the eastern edge of the Blue...
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Last Sunday afternoon, I took the opportunity to go on a short hike, starting my trek west of Monticello on the northeastern flank of what locals call Blue Mountain.
The day was a bit wet for such an outing, but it was not cold and I felt...
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A very interesting looking couple in their mid 30s came into Twin Rocks Trading Post last week.
The best way to describe the woman is to say that she looked to be carefully constructed of a cluster of rose-colored balloons arranged on...
TIED TO THE POSTby Steve & Barry Simpson
The wild yellow roses of spring have blossomed on the Gaines’ property just across the dusty gravel parking lot of Twin Rocks Trading Post.
I see those leafy green, thorn encrusted bushes graced with softly beautiful, sunlit blossoms as a...
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Our good friend Marx Powell is fond of saying, “He who angers you, owns you.” Well, I fear I am about to be owned.
Since Craig went out on his own, Barry and I have been spending a great deal of time at Twin Rocks Café.
Aside from the 15-hour...
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Early Wednesday morning I loaded Buffy the Wonder Dog into my old Ford pickup and headed north. Destination: San Juan High School, Blanding, UT.
When the task is great, Buffy is the Simpson family and Twin Rocks Trading Post talisman, and...
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Once in a while, Barry and I have visitors at Twin Rocks Trading Post who say something like, “Wow, I am glad I finally caught you open. I have been here several times and you are always closed.”
Since our official hours for most of the year...
