“Moab needs its eccentrics. It needs its darers and dreamers. They are the essential artists painting on the canvas of the day-to-day, reminding us that this life is less desperate – and more urgent – than we suppose. The eccentrics advise us that imagination is not a childhood relic, that dreams need not be confined to the brain, and that conformity is the first sign of societal heart disease. But eccentricity is a dying breed, relegated to the shadows – especially during tourist season.”

—excerpted from “When in Doubt, Pee on the Fire,” Mountain Gazette, Issue 183—