LETTERS FROM HOME ARE WELCOME AT CHRISTMAS TIME

If you know somebody that is in the US Military, or on a religious mission or even a person confined to a prison, this is a great time to send them a letter from home. Although many kids love Christmas, it is often a time of loneliness for many, especially those who don't have a home or can't get back home. Find somebody to send a long hand note to. Nothing too personal, but enough to show you care. Christ is a part of Christmas and even St. Nick would agree. I found this letter sent to Pvt. Alma Coyn Jones during World War Two. It is from the LDS Bishopric of the North Ward in Nephi, Utah. I very much knew Bishop A.E. Smith and Counselors Robert Pixton Garrett and Albert Sells, and although they authorized it and signed each letter to the servicemen in their Ward, I also very much know who scripted and typed it. The words are very much those of LaVon Harris, a Nephite who would eventually wed Private Jones, once he returned home. You don't have to Marry the person you write but it will Merry them, and they may not get it til after Christmas, but it will be cherished, especially those in the Foxholes of the World.

An un-reined Stallion isn't much good til he has been trained and treated well.

 A Stallion doesn't do a heck of a lot of good until a Cowboy trains and teaches it. Same situation is with a scholar who needs to know how to put his thought process together with an idea. A solider or a football player isn't going to win against his opponent until his potential for violence is controlled. A few days ago, I witnessed such a mentor with Mike Bowring, the Football Coach at Juab High School, who lead his team to a State Championship win, which has never been done before. As he introduced the Captains, one could feel and see the enormous good this Coach is teaching those monster looking kids, not just for the game, but for life itself. Todays story isn't just about Coach Bowring, but touches on the importance of teachers who know how to manipulate their students in a positive way. I therefore bring you the teachers of Nephi High, Class of 1926. I was well acquainted with some of them, and I give them praise for how they helped kids nearly a century ago. The school building still functions well as the Juab County Complex, which was built in 1922, and the school song was changed in 1928. It was then know as Juab High School. The Sand Dunes by the Ockey Ranch up Nephi Canyon is now called Petticoat. Must have been a man that changed it!

LONG LIVE COWBOYS, THE LAST OF THE GREAT AMERICA SPORT.

 If you pick a newspaper across America, and turn to the Sports section, you will see whatever the sports writer and editor want you to believe. Their motive is fighting for their jobs in an era where many believe the media is very distorted. Many of the major sports appear to be going down in flames, not just because of the Virus, but because of what many of us in Rural America believe is un-American type acts. But all that glitter is not gold. And I hear tell that a group in another country are giving out awards and money to people that have done nothing except to exploit themselves or destroy the integrity of what America was founded on. In comes the Lone Ranger of Men. That happens at American Rodeos, which just may be the last of the good guys. The National Rodeo Finals finished last night, and it was a great feeling to know that the Champions from Utah are not only the best in the saddle, but the best to be common Americans you can talk to and shake their hand. The Wright Boys Do It Right. They are family men with the women taking care of the kids and branding the cattle in rural Utah. Our cowboy hat goes off to the best American Sport that should take precedence everywhere. LONG LIVE COWBOYS.

What did teenagers look like in the 1950's and 60's?

While trying to find a photo of a "Class of 65" friend who passed away, I came across a herd of photos of classmates and friends from Juab High; Richfield, Sanpete and elsewhere. Where are they now and why did I spell my own cousin's name wrong! I think it is related to the dumb years when we become teenagers and think we know more about life than parents, friends and teachers who tried to steer us right. As I stare at the photo of Carolyn Sparks, I recalled how much I was smitten by her. It was 1959 when I fell in serious love with her and she lived just down the street. I was in the 7th grade and she was a Senior, but it made no never mind. With a bottomless bucket tied to the old tree in the back, I would become a basketball star and win her over. She was tall and stunning, but in love with Richard Park, who was a Juab Basketball star and a plain good man. Everyone knew that "Sparks Sparked With Park", but being 13 and in passionate love, I would just eat more Mush and get tall. I still smile looking at all I have known and loved. Those include my buddies whose life's ended far too quick. On his dying bed, I had the courage to hold and tell a best friend how much I loved him. If my life ends today, I have truly loved life and found happiness around the world and back at home. I have lived and loved and even lost loves and been in love alone. All is okay. I found that true love is not just for spouses and family. It can be shared most nobly to all of Gods creatures, not just the Cheerleaders from Richfield!

CHERYL LEE WAS LIKE HER MOTHER-MARGARET, WHO WAS LIKE HER MOTHER-VERLIE; WHO WAS LIKE HER MOTHER.

There are two cemeteries in Nephi, Utah, the heart of rural America. One is near town and the other is called Vine Bluff, because Mormon Pioneers planted grape vines there. That is where Cheryl Lee's earthly remains were put to rest. I attended her graveside services, where a son quoted from his mothers journal of a half century ago. Cheryl wrote being proud of her Mormon Pioneer heritage; Nephi being the best city in the world; teaching her family the importance of living and loving Nephi and attending the Ute Stampede rodeo. Although I haven't attended as many funerals as the Anderson Mortuary family, I have logged hundreds. At this one, I moved around the crowd, yearning to feel her family which have already graduated from this earthly experience. Her folks were mine as well, going back to the Tolley Family of Brigham Young days. I sensed the grieving of the family, who temporarily lost one of Gods most perfect daughters. I have been keenly aware of that since she and I attended the Old North Ward together; close friends; neighbors, and classmates of Juab High-Class of 65. As I moved closer to the casket without disrupting the services, that was when my tears fell. But why was I crying? I didn't feel her mother-Margaret or her grandfather-Claude, or other classmates we have lost. Come on Guardian Angels- I am here, let me know Cheryl has safely returned to those family and friends that have already returned to our real home on high. Nothing! Zippo! I stared at the beautiful coffin, adorned with serene and fragrant flowers, and that is when the answer came. Unbeknownst to the grievers, a multitude of honey bees found the sweet life giving nectar in the middle of winter. I smiled. Cheryl Lee is still providing life for all. She was born with a destiny to be an earthy angel, full of zest and love for all. In the Class of 65, we were all family, although there were a couple of us that were hellions. No matter to Cheryl, we could always count on her to be involved with all activities and consoling me after a teacher was justified in giving me a "Central School Whoopin". Cheryl hasn't missed a beat, as her  abundant life will continue to give her family help through our worldly challenges. After the services, Cheryl's daughter walked toward me and I her. I don't think we had met, but somehow we knew each other, and when she spoke, it was as if Cheryl was there and after the photo, it came to me later that Cheryl Lee...... will always be a genuine Tolley and never leave any of us without her love and help.

Do You Like Chicago? Perhaps, It Depends On Your Point Of View.

Eighty Three years ago, on Oct. 30th, "Phyllis", a gal from Nephi, Utah wrote a letter to LaVon Harris, to tell her of the beautiful city of Chicago. At the time Al Capone had been out of illegal brew for ten years, but Phyllis saw only the beauty. That could have been that she only knew of the good work that she was being taught during her time in the 4-H Club. Her views are different than my first visit to Chicago in 1974. I wanted to see where Mayor Daley had his office, and on my way, I watched a young 14 year old kid try to snatch an elderly woman's purse, who resisted. He pulled out a handgun bigger than himself and shot her in the back and fled. As I tried to give comfort to the dying woman, I watched where the kid ran. Shoppers were annoyed that I laid her down on the sidewalk, in front of them. Nobody offered help until a police officer ran across the street, who had heard the shot. She died in my arms while back up officers arrived. The cops followed me as I sprinted toward the dead end alley where the kid hid. I saw him behind garbage cans, and I grabbed him and threw him against the wall and demanded to know where the gun was. I wasn't used to this type of violence in Utah, and I assume "Phyllis" wasn't either. Although it wasn't until later that I nearly wet my levis, the officers were  a little amazed by the blatant disregard for my own safety. Although Chicago police officers were trying to keep me from further violence on the juvenile, he told me where he threw the gun, and admitted "he had to kill her, as she wouldn't give up her purse". I knew the Miranda Warning well, but didn't follow it. I had no interest in going back to Chicago until I was on an assignment and had the chance to see Soldier Stadium, and the Art Galleries of Chicago. But like Phyllis wrote in her letter, "But to come right down to it, I wouldn't trade Utah for all of Chicago".

Please Rise-Judge Sharla Tolley Williams has been promoted to a higher position.

Judge Sharla Tolley passed away on Friday, Nov. 13, 2020. That was following complications from triple by-pass surgery. We attended her viewing and gravesides services today. Knowing Sharla, she wouldn't have wanted a bigger deal out of it. She just wanted her remains to be by her folks-Bill and Elda Tolley; grandparents and great grandparents. Her wish came true and while her granddaughter played the violin, off in the distance, we counted a 21 gun salute. Although it was just at the nearby rifle range, my guess is that her grandfather had something to do with that blend, as he(Uncle Hy) was the father of the "Dry Tolley Humor" that was passed down, as Sharla used it on and off the bench. She served as Justice Court Judge in Juab County, Nephi, Levan, Santaquin, Goshen and Genola, Utah. If you watched her at work, she used that Tolley Heart and Judiciary savy to make things fair and equal for all that came before her. She was loved and respected by all, and that was demonstrated today with the Pallbearers being law enforcement officers from Nephi City; Juab County Sheriffs and Utah Highway Patrol. They additionally lite the way to the cemetery. Her other passions was her family; music; season ticket holder to Hale Theater; monthly dinner with her high school girlfriends and just plain fun. Although I never attended any of the many marriages she performed, my guess would be she would ask if the new couple were really ready for that giant leap. Her great grandfather-Wm Fisher Tolley was directed to Juab County by Brigham Young to help build the road between Ft. Green and Nephi. Side jobs for him included being a Probate Judge and helping to Marshall in bad guys with Orrin Porter Rockwell. If you got thick glasses, you may find part of the Tolley Family History which included three wives named Sarah! So Sharla, congratulations on your promotion. God couldn't have chosen a better Administrative Law Judge for some of our family members that remain Hellions in Heaven! 

93 Birthday Roses Are Requested For Joyce Pay

You still have time, but just so you know, Joyce Coulson Pay will turn a young 93 years old on Nov. 30, 2020. At present, she is staying where ever she wants to, most of which is with kids in Mona. Other homes were in Ft. Green where she was born; Nephi, raising five kids, and now Mona. But she knows her real home is in that Heavenly Sphere where her husband-Gordon Pay has been since 1981. This writer could feel her glee when she learned that Gordon has finally learned how to dance, so she better practice the Nephi two step before she transcends. Like many youngins, Sgt. Gordon passed through the shadow of death at age 59. It was a cancer, but if you dig deep with a yet to be invented Cancer Locater, it is possible that in 1942, while in the 25th Division of Battery "A" 145th Battalion, his work with Chemical Warfare could have handed him a hidden death agent. In war time, he knew how to handle a 105 m.m. Howitzer. When he returned to Nephi, his cannon was a fishing pole and a power arm pitcher for Nephi's baseball team, always keeping his jacket on. They played in the grandstand that was in the northeast portion of the Juab Fairgrounds. Joyce was born a red head, and teased by boys in Ft. Green, but not for long! She knew how to throw a knuckle curve to a young boy, and thereafter stood her ground, and proved it to me yesterday. She wasn't going to stand for my questioning about my BS of a missing 87 cents when she worked as the Juab County Treasurer for several years. She has always had fondness for the American soldier as her Dad was one during WWI, and her mother and Dad made bullets and parachutes during WWII. Joyce also worked at home; a cashier at Tri-State Lumber, Toggery and Ralphs Market. She pretended she could sing with her young friends in Ft. Green and the family photo in 1981 got the title of "Singing Osmonds". Her favorite US leader is President Trump; favorite LDS Leader is David O. McKay and best friends include Elaine Llewellyn, Iona Sperry and Ruth Zabriskie. Although her husband was a home body, they ventured to Alaska with Ross and Alice Newton. The last few years, she has did some pond hopping to England; three trips to Hawaii; several more to Alaska, and loved the rolling green hills of Ireland, but nothing could beat heading to West Juab, camping with her family in the beautiful Sagebrush, a thing city folks will never understand. She is very nervous about the future of America. When asked which of her kids-Michael, Brenda, Linda, Allen or Donna was her favorite, she responded much like most parents-it depended on the day! Her favorite thing as a kid was swinging in the barn, but loved riding her bike. Her Dad was a coal miner, who made her mind her P's and Q's, by whipping...no, not her, but her bike. It got her attention but still has her spunk. I haven't spoke much to Mrs. Pay for 50 years are so, but yesterday, I recognized she was still the Joyce of yesteryear when we were neighbors in the Old North Ward. Although her sight is not the best, I could see her soul through her eyes, and I think she felt how much I loved her and Gordon-a hard working; strong, and good man. For her birthday, she presented hand stitched quilts to each of her family-93. A Pay of Nephi and a Coulson of Ft. Green is what we call a perfect blend made forever.

Jim and Janice Stephenson of Nephi-If you don't know them you otta!

Although I missed the recent 87th birthday of Jim Stephenson, I hope this will help make up by way honoring he and his 82 year old first and last marriage to Janice, originally a Crosland from Holden. It seems a little backward that Jim is older than this writer, and yet I knew his father and mother more than I knew Jim. While in high school I worked with his father at the Juab County Mill and my mother and Jim's mother were best friends. Jim's forefathers arrived in Nephi with Pioneer names of Warner, Bowers, Goble, Kendall and Price. He learned the art of great work ethic, which youngins don't seem to be familiar with. He worked on the farm; plumbed with his Uncle Clyne Leavitt; service stations in Salt Lake, Grand Canyon and Nephi; then 4-D; Hercules, knowing what the Minuteman Rocket was before the Media did; Nephi City when it was just him and Huck Jackson in the water department; Thermoid; Salesman for Greenwoods; US Army, then Juab County road work for 18 years. Janice was born in a home with two important rooms-a bedroom and kitchen. The Outhouse was in the back with a #2 Wash Tub for baths. Her family moved to Bullhead; California; Stockton; Tooele; Levan, then to Nephi while in the 9th grade. She was and is a classy gal, so in 1955 when Juab High started football, she was elected Miss Football. Her good friends are listed as Arlene Stephenson, Carlene Malmgren, Vona Poulson and Karen Gardner. Most folks in town remember Ray Kelson of Ray's Cafe, but Janice thought highly of Deon Kelson, as she lined her up with Jim and she fell in love with him. They have been holding hands since 1955, and you can see; hear and feel the ora of their love today. Further interrogation showed Janice said the most important ingredient in marriage is to have the same interests and they do, being with family and camping. Jim didn't shy away from being truthful, and said "It is knowing when to keep quiet and when to say something".  I don't think I know their kids of Michael, Bart, Lori, Curtis, Jan and David, but you know they are good people, as the parents gleam with smiles when they speak of them. In addition to being employed as an a gracious Matriarch, Janice made school lunch from scratch for 27 years; babysitter and farmer. As a kid, about the only "wild thing" Jim did, was sneak behind the dance hall and watch dances. That was located where the Unwanna/Dairy Queen/TJ's and Nephi Western now is.

It is 1930, and Nephi High graduates its 56 Seniors.

Whenever we go through the yearbooks of Nephi High/Juab High School, we prefer to show the photos and accomplishments of all students. However, since the computer gurus have modified how I did the 579 history blogs I have written, I can no longer do that. So until this old man figures out the new systems, we wanted to at least praise the school administration, then give this yearbook to the Utah Daughters of Utah Pioneer Museum in Nephi, Utah so that all can check out each of the Seniors as some may recognize the names. I pay special tribute to the teachers and school administration as they may have had it rough to keep the Seniors positive. Some of the kids had lost their fathers doing World War I, then the Great Depression hit in 1929, then when it recovered, World War Two starts and off to war we go again, fighting for freedom of others. The swimming pool used to be below where the County Agent's office is now in the County Complex building. Main Sports were basketball and Tennis and swimming. I pay tribute to the School staff and the difficult lives those Seniors were faced with. This writer became friends with James H. Ockey, George A. Sperry, Maurice Chase and Harry Beagley, who was a substitute teacher for those of us in Ag. in the 1960's. We must honor history to understand our present problems, so says me.

No-Nose Maggie, Juab County's most Infamous BAD gal of the Old West

If folks are from around these parts, you may have heard of the life and times of No-Nose Maggie, the last known resident of Joy, Utah. After 6 decades of research, I thought it was time to write what I knew or what I thought I knew about this gal who may have been considered BAD. She was BAD to me, as she is one of my hero's. She was Bound And Determined to survive, regardless of the situation. Todays post is pieced together with help from Earl Spendlove; Nick Castleton; Shanna Memmott; yellow newspaper clippings from the old Juab County Courthouse; Chester Foote- a World War I Vet who I passed papers to; National Archives; Justice of the Peace John Robertson, who ran a motel in Nephi two blocks from where I grew up and a number of other people. She was born in the Dakota Territory in 1858. Back then she was considered one of the most beautiful and well....most endowed teenagers around. Her real name was Mary Alice Ann Devitt; married a man she knew was bad but hitched up with anyway and moved to Seattle. The marriage quickly failed and she went to work as a bar maid in Virginia City, Nevada. She soon found that she could make more money working in the oldest profession in the world. When Virginia City got too dull for her liking, she headed to Eureka, in Juab County, Utah as mines were flourishing and miners were pouring in by the hundreds. She was well paid for her shady lady activities, and was the favorite of the men, but not with the other gals of the same profession, as she brought in a lot of loot. She decided to hit the road again and ended up in the the mining area of Fish Springs in West Juab County. She had no competition until one Katie Kilkoshi moved in and trouble brewed. A bearded whiskey loaded miner came in and rolled a bunch of bills in front of Katie and the two gals duked it out, and no man wanted to be a gentleman and stop them. Katie  hit Mary Alice in the face with a broken whiskey bottle, cutting off her nose. Her face was smashed with broken bones, and needless to say, the miners cared little for her after that. Instead of waking up in her comfortable bed with all of her fine clothing, she awoke naked in the back of a moving wagon in the middle of the Drum Mountains. The driver said he was heading to the new mining town of Joy, where Manganese was discovered and a highly sought after ore. She told him she was going to walk back, but realized she would die in the blazing hot sun and rocky road. She was Bound And Determined to make the best of a bad situation. She climbed on the wagon and went into Joy where she remained until she could hardly make ends meet, but became a saint, giving thirsty travelers and miners water where she slept by the Joy Spring that is still there. She then met a Scotsman named Ardabold Laird and shared his bed. Together they developed the Spring; had animals, sold meals to prospectors, cowboys and sheepmen. They took the long road to Deseret, Utah and got married, and Maggie was appointed postmaster in 1899 til it was closed in 1919. She and her dog moved back to Joy alone, where she became old and sick in the desert. As a kid, our family thought we visited her grave on the crest of the mountain, but came to find that it was the grave of 19 year old Matt Evans, who froze to death after being thrown out of a bar. We discovered the real name of No-Nose Maggie who died on Dec. 18, 1934 in Payson, Utah; buried in Eureka, with help from the Anderson Funeral Home of Nephi. Mary Ann Devitt, to this writer, you are a noble woman and Angel of God, who did the very best you could with the hand you were dealt. Mary Ann, you are my Princess of Joy, and now have joy and beauty.

Nephi High School graduates-1928 style.

July 28, 2020 was the birthday anniversary of LaVon Harris. In earth years, she would have been 110 years old. Rather than write about her achievements in raising five hellions and important Secretarial jobs, we thought we would talk about some of her pals from her youth and the Nephi High graduates of 1928.We will show her classmates, and if you are from around these parts of Ruralville, Utah, you just may recognize some of the names. The High School changed its name to Juab High, and now called the County Complex on the corner of Second North and Main in Nephi. Although many wanted to tear that structure down 40 years ago, the builder told Alma Jones in 1922, that he built it to last a hundred years, so we think that builder kept his word, as it is still very functional. For students to produce a yearbook, it takes local business' to support that effort. In looking at the ones back in 1928, the only one that is still in business appears to be The Times News, and still operated by the Gibson family. Back then, business backbones were Nephi Merc; Nephi Drug; Nephi Cafe; Chas. Foote; Carter Cleaning; J.C. Penny; Silver Maple; Ord & Mangelson; Vicks Cafe and others.

Nephi Cold Case re-opened after more evidence discovered.

It was a cold winter Saturday in Nephi, Utah during 1968. During that era, folks in this rural town didn't have to lock their doors as all respected each other and looked out for each other. We left the truck and tractor keys in place as if locals borrowed them-it must have been for a good reason. Before you knew it the borrowed driving machine was returned and usually with a full tank of gas. But way back then, it was quite unusual, even for a local-to borrow a truck and not return it the next day so we could go to church. Especially if the truck belonged to Alma Jones, who was Sunday School big shot and a hard worker who needed his truck to finish that plaster job at the Levan Church. But it didn't show up after the night it was taken from the 1885 Jones Homestead. When Chief of Police Jack Brough came to investigate, he had a hunch it may have been an "inside job" and talked to Alma's family and friends. Nobody confessed. They pointed to the North, as it had to be somebody from up North, where the real gangsters hung out. Chief Brough contacted Juab Sheriff Ray Jackson, and he called Jack Webb, who knew all criminal things during the 1960's. The heat was on and the family was sweating bullets. Low and Behold, the tan Chevy truck with the side panels were found stuck in the mud west of town. With a heave ho and two plug horses borrowed from Bill Ockey, the truck was pulled out and returned to the owner, with no damage and no visible foot prints or fingerprints. The case was semi-closed......until last week, when evidence appeared. A photo was found in the old records of Nephi, and the attached photo copy is shown. Most photos are just photos, but in this case, the photo is evidence. On the day in question, the Chevy Tan truck can be seen in downtown Nephi, heading Northbound, in front of the stationwagon, by the Post Office. The case is re-opened and while the photo is being sent to Quantico, Virginia for photo analysis, local police were able to determine that the four Jones Boys were living or serving in different countries at the time of the crime, but the youngest and boldest of the kiddos was 15 years old, and we have a hunch that she and her friends may have been involved with this Juab County Shenanigan. We will keep readers updated if we obtain more of this Absolutely Phony Non-Breaking and Fake News!

Turn off Un-American sports and watch a True America Sport.

It appears that many Americans are disgusted with the un-America type of sports on TV. Others believe that major media supports the actions of violent protests with nothing in mind other than to sensationalize their own agenda of selling more ads with bias or "breaking news". For those of you that are still addicted to watching mecca national sports, we have an idea. How about attending a rural football game, where all attendees take the sports competitively, but honor a personal code of supporting their school, playing fair and by the rules; treating the opponents with dignity, and then do like the Juab Wasps did the other night on the 19th anniversary of 911. They honored the American Flag, and those who sacrificed their lives for others. If you can't break your National Sports addiction, I have one last suggestion. Attend one last true American sport that still honors the Cowboy Creed; America, and preserve the rural West of the United States. It is the Finale of the Extreme Bulls in Nephi, Utah, six days from tonight. The Ute Stampede Committee is sponsoring the best raging bulls and 40 of Americas top Bull riders, and you can tell the world you been there and done that. Once that is over, then return to local high school and Little League to ween you off what used to be wholesome. Those kids are the true United States of America people that you may not ever seen in the National News or even in the Utah Sports page. Man Vs. Beast. Be a part of Ruralville America, before it is gone in to oblivion.

The Ute Stampede starts a week from today. Soap your boots.

The best darn tootin rodeo in the west starts a week from today, so get ready and get your tickets. On thursday we will open the old Utah Territory Jail where Butch Cassidy was held and we will have a fake Marshall there to ask for your to list your alias and your crime. Then your are set to head to the rodeo. Friday and Saturday are parades then another more bucking bulls. Come and join us, but please wear your masks to be compliant with health standards, especially the old jail as your may encounter the remains of Butch and the gang. We will give away old rodeo tickets from the Ute Stampede and the National Rodeo Finals

Welcome to Nephi, Utah, home of the Ute Stampede-the great American rodeo.

Nephi, Utah used to be referred to as "The Wheat City" when there was sufficient water near the surface to produce dry land wheat; alfalfa; good work ethics and most of us rode a horse to relax. One no longer has to ride a horse for pleasure, but if you come to the rodeo, you can enjoy how the rider and the animal work together for great entertainment. Health officials remind us to wear masks and the Rodeo Committee encourages not to congregate and not to come if you think you are sick. You need not bring your comfort dog, as the rodeo will give you sufficient comfort. There is a parade on Friday and Saturday, and on Thursday, we have permission from Juab County and DUP to open the old Utah Territory Jail, and we will give out free NFR tickets(however tickets are from years gone by) if you can figure out which cell Butch Cassidy was held in. Prior to the beginning of the Ute Stampede, we celebrated peace after the "Indian War" which was called the "Blackhawk Encampment". In early days, the Ute Stampede had a horse race track around it and helding boxing matches. The entertainment changes, but the competition remains and we expect top riders, as it is one of the only rodeos that weekend, and high money winners go to Vegas for the Finals. Even Vegas doesn't match the American patriotism of the Ute Stampede. We have a new high class RV facility at the south of Nephi. Cowboy up and buck all night.