History of Fruita, Utah
History and pictures by Clay Robinson. (Links Added)

Those echoes are all there today, locked within the concave chambers of the red and orange, yellow and white, smooth cliffs that wall in the little village of Fruita. They bring memories of the scorpion that stung my thumb as I dug into the red shale on a bank along a dry wash. They rushed me down to Oyler's place, where a good stiff glass of homebrew, peach brandy took away all the pain and the poison. Otherwise I would surely have died. (The brandy was for medicinal purposes – so it was said).

And I hear the yelling I did when Mama took the school kids on a spring hike up through Cohab Canyon (so named because in the days of polygamy, men with more than one wife would hide there from Fed). I sat on a sandbank to rest, but suddenly I rose with a howl that filled the echo chambers of Capitol Reef for a millennium. I yelled just as loudly when Clarence Chestnut, the oldest boy, plucked the needle-like stickers from my bared behind with his pocket knife. (Clarence was a good fellow. He was to grow up in Fruita and operate a commercial fruit ranch there until the Park Service bought him out).

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