My love affair with the red rock, big sky country of the South West started in 1996 on a family vacation. We spent an exhilarating 2 weeks driving through Utah, Arizona, Nevada and California, on a trail plotted out by a geology professor friend of my dad’s. In Jerome, a funky little mining town near Sedona, I got suckered into buying a snake bite kit, whistle, waterproof matches and all manner of emergency gear by a canny store owner. We never used any of it. My special matches vanished in Utah. Later my dad confessed he had used the entire box trying to light a fire inside our cabin.