This is only one of our Many Moab Memories. Moab is a kind of place that makes memories whether you want them or not. By definition this Moab Memory is joined at the hip with and dedicated to Randy Fabres who passed on to The Great Story Beyond August 18, 2005. Randy and I were room mates for quite awhile on North Leroux Street in Flagstaff. Our Life Paths crossed for the first time in 1981 out at the South Rim of Grand Canyon and we went on to stuff together for more than a couple of decades thereafter. Randy was a dreamer and he liked to dream big and wild. One morning in early '82 we were eating a typical greasy spoon breakfast at Choi's in downtown Flagstaff. Randy had been chattering incessantly about how he wanted to build a Little Dory. That morning he finally put pencil to table napkin and drew the "blueprint" for his Little Dory. He wanted me to help him find a place to build it. As chance would have it I had become pals with a gu...
Editor's Note: The narrative below the dashed line was scanned and OCR transcribed directly from the 1941 Edition of The WPA Wyoming Guide. ------------------------------- At Rock Springs is the junction with US 187 (see Tour 7b). US 30 skirts rocky ledges through a region of scrubby sage and low- growing greasewood. Far ahead, a prominent butte shows through a gap; emigrants used it as a landmark. An occasional small chicken ranch, with weather-beaten buildings, appears along the highway, and a cluster of bright-yellow section houses stands by the railroad. The road runs on between eroded red and white sandstone hills, where receding prehistoric seas left their sediments in great wavelike deposits; then it winds out of a bowl, up through Bitter Creek Valley, and curves down a steep hill. Running along a shelf, it commands a view of the Green River, which in flood times is jammed with ties. Smoke from many trains and from railroad shops hangs over the valley. GR...
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