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About Us


The Dust, centered in Moab, Utah, aims to share the creative energy of this desert oasis with its inhabitants, passers-through, and far-off observers. We feature art, culture, and adventure in Moab as it is experienced through the eyes of our contributors.  It is a collaborative, community-based platform that is built through a connection between the odd, eccentric, adventurous people of this place and their various passions. The Dust provides an outlet for creativity, introspection, and art of all kinds. 



Creative Director/Rainbow Sheep


Editor-in-Chief/House-trained Vagabond



Media Manager/

Occasional Raft Guide




Live Music Coordinator/Stoop Fiend, Born in the Dust

A Midwest graphic designer corrupted by the sandstone walls and red water in the Desert Southwest. Now sporting her new title as an archaeologist Indiana Jojo is ready to conquer anything thrown her way. Born with gypsy feet constantly moving has painted her life and personality a vivid rainbow she just can't hide. The strong eddy of desert relentlessly pulls her back time and time again no matter how many times she tries to leave. I guess it's finally time for this dirtbag to become domestic, but with style.

Writer, adventurer, and a founder of The Dust Magazine. Drawn to Moab for its world-renown climbing and outdoors scene, she made the small town with an international audience her home base and became a part of a community that offers so much more.

Emma lives in her truck down by the river. You'll often find her actively looking for nice dogs to pet or talking about how radical the rivers are in California. 

Parker Marlow is a conservation worker, poet, and musician from Georgia, residing semi-transiently in and around Moab, Utah. Marlow enjoys drinking too much coffee, gaping open-mouthed and belovedly aghast at the wonder of the desert. And cool synthesizers.