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Dry Well

The New American Digest Posted on December 8, 2025 by DTDecember 7, 2025

This well-digging truck was sitting in a field outside of Grouse Creek, Utah.

Up near where Idaho, Utah, and Nevada come together is the small Mormon community of Grouse Creek, UT. First settled in 1875, it was named for the plentiful sage grouse that inhabited the area. Plentiful meadows in the area encouraged the support of cattle. By 1878, some of the sagebrush had been cleared off and wheat was grown but drought years made finding irrigation water difficult.

At that time, the Central Pacific Railroad still ran on the original transcontinental route; the nearest town for mail and supplies was Terrace, some 40 miles away to the south-east. A co-op store was opened in Grouse Creek but was only partially successful - several owners came and went over the years.

An LDS (Mormon) Ward was formed in 1879; meetings were held in private homes until a hall was built in the 1890s. A sandstone chapel was built in 1912 but torn down in 1983 when a new chapel was built.

A post office opened in 1890, a school opened in 1892. An irrigation pipeline was constructed in 1908; electricity came in 1952.

Even now, Grouse Creek - at an elevation of 5500 feet - is a very remote settlement of about 90 people. Mainly a ranching center, there are no paved roads leading to the town although the main street in town is paved. It's a long way to nowhere from Grouse Creek, and when you get there, it's still a long way to what many call civilization.

The roads leading to Grouse Creek are not recommended for low-clearance vehicles; 4 wheel drive is recommended, especially in wet conditions. The town may be inaccessible in snowy conditions. It is 20 miles to the nearest paved road (UT30), 80 miles to Wendover (on I-80) and 200 miles to Salt Lake City. Snowville is between 85 and 105 miles away, depending on the road taken; Twin Falls, ID is 100 miles away and is the closest major town.

There is very limited lodging, gas, and supplies available in town. It is not the kind of place one ups and moves to; while the people are friendly, it is the type of town where one is not a "local" unless one's g'grandparents lived there. My guess is it would help to be Mormon if one chose to move there.

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Gerard Van der Leun
12/26/45 - 1/27/23


Gerard's Last Post
(posthumous): Feb 4, 2023
"So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road"

When my body won’t hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?
Or tropical rain?
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue?
Or run into a savior true?
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night, straight to the light
Holding the love I’ve known in my life
And no hard feelings

Avett Brothers - No Hard Feelings

The following was posted along with the announcement of Gerard's passing.
Leonard Cohen - Going Home

For a 2005 interview with Gerard


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