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Robert Kirby wrote this in the Salt Lake Tribune Oct. 2, 2001.  Special thanks to the Tribune for allowing us to reprint them here.


Salt Lake Tribune
Oct. 2, 2001

I almost froze to death on Saturday. Like most of my recent near
death experiences, it began as a routine idea in Sonny’s head.
Sonny didn’t come right out and say, “Hey, lets go have our toes
amputated.” Our wives wouldn’t have gone along if he had.  It was
more like, “Lets go look at the fall colors.”
On Friday, we dragged some ATVs to Marysvale and booked ourselves
into a wonderful B&B. Moore’s Old Pine Inn was easy to find. Look for
the only building in town with a coat of paint more recent than the
Hoover Administration.
Innkeepers Katie and Randy Moore are ex-patriate Wasatch Fronters,
who several years ago chucked the 9-to-5 grind for the 24/7 labor of
playing charming hosts to a bunch of nuts.  
Marysvale annually attracts an army of ATV mounted loons. They come
to wander (at various speeds) hundreds of miles of trails through the
abandoned mining camps and breathtaking canyons of the Tushar
We rode up Beaver Creek the first afternoon. Judging from the colors,
we had hit the leaves just about right. There were pinks, yellows,
reds and greens, all in hues and shades worthy of Tolkien.  
We stopped and explored old cabins and deserted mine works, legacies
of Utah’s long fascination with minerals. We saw deer and hunters,
although never in the same spot.
Depending entirely on Sonny’s recollection and map reading skills,
we climbed high into the Tushar Mountains for hours, eventually
arriving at a point where we had to explain ourselves to Turkish
border guards.
Anyway, it was long and rough, but beautiful. It was also high. From
an overlook, we could see Marysvale, Japan, and several CIA spy
satellites far below.     
Overlook is an understatement. Anytime you can see people in their
homes by looking directly down their chimneys is way more than just
an overlook.
Things went bad on Saturday.  For one thing, it rained. And for
another thing, I forgot our rain ponchos (food, gloves, radio,
flares, and cyanide pills) back at the inn.  
Then the rain turned to snow, which sometimes happens when Sonny
takes you looking for pretty leaves ABOVE the #&%@! timber line.
It was pleasant at first, gentle flakes drifting through the deep
green of the woods. It was enough to move even a guy like me to
poetry. Robert Frost at first, of course.  But gradually with the
cold, it was more Robert Service.
Eventually, we were reduced to wearing garbage bags, eating pine
cones, and feeling our way down the mountain with the front tires of
our machines.
About the time I lost all sight of the others (and all feeling in my
feet), I finally had the first sensible thought of my own. Riding
along in the gathering gloom, it occurred to me, “What if that rock
over there was really a yeti?”
If discretion is the better part of valor, then bladder voiding
panic has to be the better part of getting the hell out of Dodge. I
am the only human being ever to break the sound barrier in four-wheel
I made it back to Moore’s Old Pine (Nuts) Inn well before the others
(and certainly before any yeti). I was showered, calmed and
conversant enough to defend my cowardice when they finally showed up.
Forget the fall colors. This is why a cynical Wasatch fronter falls
in love with Marysvale:
Sitting on the porch at dawn (with all your toes), watching the
passing traffic on U.S. 89 – two cars in twenty minutes, neither of
which completely blotted out the sound of a dog barking 50 miles away
in Sigurd.
Last Updated on Sunday, 18 April 2010 05:15
Marysvale Parade PDF Print E-mail
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Robert Kirby wrote this in the Salt Lake Tribune July 27, 2005.  Special thanks to the Tribune for allowing us to reprint them here.


Salt Lake Tribune

July 27, 2005

One night every year, Salt Lake hosts the biggest land grab since
the arrival of the Mormon pioneers. Temporary homesteads are staked
out along downtown curbs with lawn chairs and sleeping bags. 
For some, camping out the night before the Days of 47 Parade is a
long family tradition. Although technically in someone else’s yard,
they can trace their parade route spot lineage all the way back to
Brigham Young. 
Serious parade vets can point to where grandma got squirted with a
fire hose back in ’61, and can diagram the hourly tree shade patterns
of their spots from memory.
I have watched parades, been in parades, and even worked parades as a
cop. The charm has long since worn off. I thought I was done with
them until last week.
Marysvale hosted its annual parade Saturday morning. I was coming out
of the Prospector Restaurant—having just eaten a stack of pancakes
the size of bathmats—when I noticed the town preparing for an event.
I thought it might be a quick-draw gunfight. The street was eerily
quiet. People peeked expectantly out of shop windows. Animals
scurried for cover.
Within minutes, the short stretch of Highway 89 was lined with ATVs
and families. Someone noticed our confusion and said, “It’s the
parade.” Then they moved over so we could sit down and watch it with
them. Try THAT in Salt Lake.
Sharply at the top of the hour, Piute County sheriff’s deputies shut
down Highway 89. A howling of sirens began at the north end of town.
After a minute of electronic dog-clearing, a trailer hauling a flag
and a group of old vets ambled down the street. Everyone got up and
put their hands over their hearts.
Then came an ear-splitting promenade of emergency vehicles;
ambulances, search and rescue rigs, fire trucks, all driven by men
and women on a first name basis with the entire crowd.
Nothing was over-polished. One entry consisted entirely of a weary
five-year-old kid with blue hair, streamers and training wheels on
his bike.  
And it just kept getting better. Marysvale royalty looked like
personable women I might actually be able to talk to without first
going through their agents or, barring that, getting maced.
There were cardboard army tanks, old folks on ATVs, young folks in
old cars, and not a single professionally constructed float in the
What appeared to be an international entry all the way from New
Guinea—a trailer with a bunch of well-groomed heads on sticks—turned
out to be an entry from a local hair salon.
Can’t have a parade without horses. Some were livelier than others.
The town coot had a petrified mule on a flatbed that he guarded with
a double-barrel shotgun. The gun occasionally went off but nobody got
hurt that I saw.

Last Updated on Sunday, 18 April 2010 05:16
WI-FI Hot Spots | Marysvale, UT PDF Print E-mail
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Monday, 12 April 2010 01:27
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And you thought Marysvale was 100 years behind the rest of the world!!

Here is a current list of WI-FI Hotspots for Marysvale, Utah



Location: Availability: Special Info:
Lizzie and Charlies RV Park Open to the Public, Available in Most locations on the Grounds, Antenna is located on the Office. No Passords Required
The Garage Pizza Open to the Public. No Passwords Required
Weber's Grill and Motel Open to the Public. No Passwords Required
South Forty RV Park Open to the Public, Available in most locations on the grounds. No Passwords Required.
Moore's Old Pine Inn Open To Guests Passwords Available at the Office
Marysvale Bed & Breakfast
Open to the Public No Passwords Required.
Hoovers River Resort Open to the Public Password available from wait staff
Bullion Creekside Retreat Drive down the loop to our the table outside the office for shade and best reception. No Passwords Required.


Last Updated on Tuesday, 18 May 2010 15:01
I have seen my death. PDF Print E-mail
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Robert Kirby wrote this in the Salt Lake Tribune July 25, 2005.  Special thanks to the Tribune for allowing us to reprint them here.


Salt Lake Tribune
July 25, 2005

I have seen my death. Not the exact where, how and why, but rather

just the last thing I’ll see.

Marysvale Launches E-News PDF Print E-mail
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Sunday, 28 March 2010 16:12
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The Marysvale Chamber of Commerce has launched an electronic Newspaper.  The Chamber has named the paper "The Progress" after one of the newspapers that was published in Marysvale in the Early 1900's.  Darin Bushman, Chamber president stated "The idea of the paper was to stay in touch with our friends, family, customers, and ex residents on a year round basis".  The paper will initially be publshed monthly.   Bushman stated "We aren't wanting it to become another piece of spam, the whole idea is to share some history, some stories, and let folks know what is going on in Marysvale".    Each edition of the e-paper will include a historical perspective, a story about a Marysvale "Character", a schedule of events, trail conditions, fishing conditions and ice conditions when appropriate.   One unique part of the paper is that local businesses have stepped up with special offers offers to subscribers of the Progress.  The paper will also be electronically archived and interested parties can view them at the Progress Archives.

Last Updated on Sunday, 18 April 2010 05:16
"The Progress" Marysvale's News Archive PDF Print E-mail
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Friday, 26 March 2010 05:44
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The Progress News Archive
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