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The Fall Issue 2015

The Storytellers of the Southwest
Etched Fall Issue 2015

darciarrowWhen my husband, Steve, and I moved our four children and two dogs to southern Utah more than two decades ago, we never looked back. ‘The city’ would always be an attractive location to visit, but the stagnant air of metropolitan life was not the place this rural girl envisioned raising her family. Steve gave up his thriving business to bring me back to the quiescent desert and begin life anew.

Starting over with little in our pockets but a lot of love and an extraordinary work ethic, we literally dug into the harsh red dirt of ‘God’s Country’. Side by side, we labored to plant new roots. Come the weekends, we’d load the kids and the dogs into the car along with an ice chest filled with enough supplies to last us through whatever adventure was waiting. We didn’t know which direction we were heading. Our drive was always determined by wherever the road led.

With seven different maps in hand we roamed desolate dirt roads and climbed to the top of tree-lined mountains, never ceasing to be amazed at the splendor surrounding us. Each location had a story. Sometimes the story was a road sign or historic plaque. Other times, the tale began with one of the kids finding a trinket on the ground. Rusty nails, tree carvings, abandoned homesteads and corrals, all had a story to tell.

Endless hours in the car gave us quality time together. The kids would ask us to tell them stories—some were true, and some we made up. The laughter was infectious. The memories are priceless.

Our children, now adults themselves, are telling their own stories. They can appreciate the sacrifice Steve and I made to begin our narrative in southern Utah. They each know that chapter of our lives well and value their own role in it.  

The Fall Issue of Etched Magazine shares the real life tales of those who reside in the great southwest. From notable times and historical places, to people who are changing the landscape, and those who are preserving it. You will meet Teresa Jordan, a captivating woman whose diverse background, talents, and passions inspire new conversations. Journey to the Escalante River, whose preservation is dependent upon community collaboration. Explore a multitude of cultural arts, and experience the desert’s night sky like you’ve never seen it. Such substance and beauty can all be found in this issue.

Everyone has a story. And there are great storytellers amongst us who speak from a space of wisdom and experience. Perhaps they will suggest a new road to explore. Try them all. The page count of your story is endless. 


Darci
Editor in Chief

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A Peace of Summer

A Peace of Summer - Etched Summer Issue 2015

IMG 3986In a land of vast open fields, soaring canyons, and colorful deserts, the southwest is illuminated by the sun’s desire to linger a little longer in the summer. That’s a poetic way of saying, “It’s hot here!” Let’s face it, there are about 60 days of extremely warm temperatures in the region, that give way to ten months of “simply fabulous.” But, I for one, can’t imagine being cooped up in air-conditioning all day long during the time when the desert is showcasing its most distinctive characteristics.

Life goes on as usual for us desert dwellers during the summer while tourism reaches its peak. An early morning hike along the red cliffs or paddleboarding into the sunset on one of the local lakes is just part of the lifestyle. Yet, there is still that thing called “work” that happens to the best of us. I often sidetrack business meetings to a nearby trail finding greater clarity and creative energy in the fresh air. Then there are those other meetings that require my presence to belly-up to a conference table. Those meetings are a little harder for me to sit through.

A while back I was asked to attend a “Round Table” meeting with regional professionals to review economic and environmental impacts. This meeting I looked forward to. My commitment to sustainable growth and environmental preservation has deep roots. Having done my research, I arrived to the conference prepared to engage in the discussion. I gazed around the table and was reminded of the professional setting I had left behind long ago. It wasn’t the people – they were charming, intelligent, and passionate leaders. But it was the monochromatic dress code that caught my eye. My brightly flowing maxi skirt and flip flops made me stand out like a bowl of vanilla yogurt with a single strawberry on top. And then I remembered the saying my dear friend, Carmen, instilled in me years ago. “It’s better to be looked over than overlooked.”

I was reminded in that conference room of how grateful I am to be a part of the small, independent business community. More importantly, I counted my blessings that I had finally outgrown the need to fit into the mold – my own expectations are enough. I am at peace. And my presentation that day was executed with perfection (and I’m sure my flowing skirt was dazzling).

Southern Utah’s own Krissa Beatty was recently crowned 2015 Miss Utah. I caught a clip of an interview she did following the pageant. When asked about her crowning moment and whether she was surprised, she replied, “I have focused and prepared for this moment for years. When it came down to the end, I knew it was my time.” She owned it – her truth, her success, her hard work, and dedication. She did it her way.

The Summer issue of Etched Magazine is filled with the people and places that stand out amongst the landscape of the southwest. The believers, the dreamers, the visionaries…the people who skipped the norm and forged their own history. The pages of Etched are a celebration of regional festivals and events that rock their own creative uniqueness. And then there’s adventure – a signature of the southwest lifestyle.

There are many flowing skirts hanging in my closest these days. Each with a matching pair of flip flops. Sometimes I wear my Jimmy Hendrix shirt with them. Wherever your journey leads, keep it real. And don’t forget to take a peace of summer with you.

Darci Hansen - Editor in Chief

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Quenching the Wanderlust

Quenching the Wanderlust

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As one might imagine, an editor spends an enormous amount of time behind a computer. Add to the mix my Virgo’s drive for excellence, and the result is, there’s always more work to do. It was not by chance that my husband and I landed in Southern Utah. I desired a place where we both could escape the desk and see the hand of Mother Nature for miles. I longed to quench my restless soul just by stepping out of my front door. I dreamt of a ‘wanderland’ of sorts, filled with beauty, solitude, history, adventure, serenity, and a spiritual sense present each time the wind blew that door open.

To acquire a case of wanderlust is to have a deep desire to walk or travel about. The interpretation of that definition can be left to the wildest or mildest of imaginations. There are the soul-searchers who unexpectedly gather a mere change of clothes, slinging their backpack over their shoulder, and walk out of the door. My scenario of wanderlust is less complex. But make no mistake about it, when I long to wander about, I go. And I always come home.

“All that is gold does not glitter;
Not all those who wander are lost.”
- J.R.R. Tolkien

Back to my desk.

After hours of working, I instinctively find myself aching to wander. Often, I can just gaze out of my office window and see Zion in the distance.
For a moment I am lost in the memory of a prior hike or experience there...Delicious.

Or, maybe I will take a break and meander around a website like, Pinterest. There I can create “pin boards” of places I long to visit, or look back on the adventures I’ve already taken...Gratifying.

When the gravitational pull is more than I can resist, I am out the door. I head to my ‘remote office’ and conduct meetings along one of my favorite trails. With mobile internet access, I utilize my laptop to write the grandest of stories along a river, atop a mountain, or from a charming cafe in the heart of a national park. I can ride my bike downtown and sit on the cool grass under a shade tree and hear the birds sing...I don’t have to wander far to be lost.

Quenching the Wanderlust does not have to be about leaving the old, but rather embracing what’s new to you. The Travel Issue of Etched completely opens the door to destinations throughout the southwest. From historic inns to ancient old civilizations, you don’t need to travel for days on end to soothe the desire to experience something different. The Travel Issue of Etched delivers clean water in full color to quench the thirsty soul.

“I love going out of my way, beyond what I know, and finding my way back a few extra miles, by another trail, with a compass that argues with the map...nights alone in motels in remote western towns where I know no one and no one I know knows where I am, nights with strange paintings and floral spreads and cable television that furnish a reprieve from my own biography, when in Benjamin’s terms, I have lost myself though I know where I am.” - Rebecca Solnit, “A Field Guide to Getting Lost”
 
There is so much to experience in what the rest of the world sees as the arid southwest desert. When the door opens, step out. Fill your mind with vibrant dreams. Don’t deny yourself the opportunity to wander, walk, explore, and discover. Rejuvenate the soul. Quench your thirst. 

Darci, editor in chief

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ARTiculate: What Speaks to YOU

ARTiculate: What Speaks to YOU

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My mother had a great love for art. She was a meticulous interior decorator. She not only sewed embellishments for the house but she designed and sewed her own wardrobe for years. From hot pants to muumuus, she made it and wore it. I won’t deny, I was thrilled that she didn’t sew for me. Rather, I was the elated recipient of my bohemian-hippie babysitter’s hand-me-downs. Brightly colored shorts, halter dresses, and flowing skirts were some of my favorite things. It wasn’t just about the style, it was about the fabric. The texture, print, and color would determine my level of “love” for a piece.

During the years in which we lived on the CRIT reservation in Arizona, my mother acquired a passion for Native American and Western art. I became familiar with pottery, weaving, heishe, squash blossoms, and silver work. I understood the process of lapidary. I also became familiar with names like Russell, Remington, McGrew, and Kitchel. This self-taught knowledge led my mother to become a Southwestern Fine Art gallery director and curator later in life. It taught me appreciation for culture.

One thing I truly admired about my mom, and still do, is that she sees the beauty in all styles and forms of art. She showed me that art is far more than something to be hung on a wall, placed on a shelf, or performed on a stage. “Art is alive in all things and in all trades,” she said. If I became perplexed in my attempt to decipher the meaning of a piece, she’d advise, “Just enjoy it. Don’t analyze it. Just feel it. Just appreciate it.” And that’s what I have become, an art ‘feeler’…an appreciator.

The development of technology over the last hundred years has certainly shifted the perceptions and dimensions of the traditional art world. Beyond the computer generated art forms, including digitalized photography and music, I marvel at what can be created with a can of spray paint and a glue gun.

As Etched Magazine leaps into its full evolution, Élan publishing celebrates its 9th year. Who knew? And, what were the odds? The level of gratitude that we at Etched have for our supporters and clients cannot be conveyed adequately. These are the people who have embraced our journey as an indie publication who avoids getting tangled up in bureaucracy and seeks serenity. We offer alternative perspectives while fusing history and progress. Our Arts Issue is a continuum of our evolution…as well as ourselves.

I may not always be able to articulate my feelings in words, but you will feel them in our pages. 
You, too, can discover the magic in ARTiculating a message whether it be on a canvas, in a photograph, or with a can of spray paint. Acknowledge the artist within and leave your mark, great or small, on this journey called life.

Darci, editor in chief

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Finding Common Ground: Preservation. Collaboration. Recreation.

Finding Common Ground:
Preservation. Collaboration. Recreation.

jeepThe Jeep was packed and pointed in the direction of Moab. “Baby Blue” was ready to hit the road. My husband, Steve, had planned a four day excursion to break in our new “Baby” - a modified Jeep Wrangler equipped with suspension, lift, lockers, wench, tools, survival kit, an ice chest, and lots of snacks.

We headed north on Cottonwood Canyon Trail east of Kanab, stopping to explore the hoodoos along the way. With the tops off of the Jeep for a splash of crisp air, we meandered along the Cottonwood Canyon Trail ending late in the afternoon at Kodachrome Canyon. Scenic Byway 12 led us to Escalante by nightfall where we checked into a no frills, no wifi, mid-century motel; we embraced the novelty. Dinner at Escalante Outfitters, conversations with locals, and a map was all it took. Moab would have to wait—the Grand Staircase had numerous off-road trails and they were calling.

Growing up in the rural Arizona desert, I learned a thing or two about off-roading. I owned a motorcycle and drove our dune buggy long before my first kiss. In 1971, the Parker Dam Chamber of Commerce and the National Off-Road Racing Association collaborated with the BLM and the Colorado River Indian Tribes to create a 500 mile off-road race. I spent my teen years camping along that race course with friends, watching the lights of the big trucks working their way through the rugged hills in search of the finish line. How I loved being outdoors under the stars...and the roar of an engine.

The 800,000-plus acres of the Kaiparowits Plateau form the wildest and most remote part of the Grand Staircase. It is said to contain the best record of Late Cretaceous terrestrial life in the world. The Kaiparowits also harbors an estimated 5 to 7 billion tons of recoverable coal. Three hours into the drive we discovered Native American ruins. We stood for a moment honoring the space. I photographed the craftsmanship and utilized my lens as a microscope to zoom in on the details. I stood at the entrance of a dilapidated wall that appeared to host a small cave beyond it. I focused my lens, and as I did, two of the bluest eyes I had ever seen rose from the dark. I froze. I could not identify what “it” was but I knew “it” was present. I slowly backed away. Those blue eyes watched my every move then vanished back into the dark. I reflected on the symbolism of that moment; the mutual respect exchanged between myself and the wild.

“Yet the remoteness, the size, the harsh terrain, the heat, the aridity, the streams poisoned with alkali and arsenic, the wind, the silence when there is not wind, the overpowering solitude of the Kaiparowits -- these are precisely the commodities which make it valuable. It is a fierce and dangerous place, and it is wilderness right down to its burning core.”- Southern Utah Wilderness Alliance   

Learning to love off-roading early in life also taught me to appreciate the wilderness and the preservation thereof. Had I not have had the opportunity to explore a myriad of remote areas, I would not understand the need to respect them. Preservation and recreation are often seen as an oxymoron. All or nothing; one way or “no way.” Opinions are either right or wrong; black or white. Few believe that preservation and recreation can ethically coexist. I believe they can. In this issue of Etched, we share with you some glistening examples of just that...places and people working together to not only make the southwest an excellent place for recreation but a place to honor and protect. Our articles reflect collaboration as a conversation. They highlight people who know how to turn down the noise to listen, then turn it up to get things done. Our pages portray projects that emulate social, environmental, and economical responsibility without all of the warfare that has become an inherent part of advocacy.

I was never able to identify those big, blue eyes that connected with mine that day, but I haven’t forgotten them. Nor have I forgotten what it’s like to sleep under the stars, or the thrill of a race car completing 400 miles of the most rugged off-road terrain imaginable. I am reminded of my gratitude for such experiences when the opportunity to collaborate exists and the joy of discovering common ground prevails. Seek and ye shall find.

Darci Hansen
Editor in Chief