I find myself in desert country. Not too deep, but right smack dab in the middle of where I want to be. Miles and miles of asphalt passed under me to get here, washing cities to mountains, dirt to snow and back again. The thick, full Rockies went flat, disappeared for a time, then popped back up, red, sparse and skeletal. I’m in Moab, Utah. I stand in a land that once boasted an entire civilization that was rumored to have vanished almost overnight.
If you currently subscribe or have subscribed in the past to the Canyon Courier, then simply find your account number on your mailing label and enter it below.
Click the question mark below to see where your account ID appears on your mailing label.
If you are new to the award winning Canyon Courier and wish to get a subscription or simply gain access to our online content then please enter your ZIP code below and continue to setup your account.