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Show 104 In the early part of the century, this territory was a hideout for some famous outlaws - Butch Cassidy and his Wild Bunch knew the trails, caves, and waterholes well enough to shake off pursuing posses. Though Jan has seen this landscape a hundred times, she still appreciates its startling panorama. At an intersection called Notom - nothing seems to be there except the sign bearing the name - they turn onto Highway 2b. Over the next few miles they pass rustic houses and much taller trees than the juniper and pinyon they're used to. Finally they turn off the road to the spot they've been anxious to reach, a small, ordinary-looking building marked "Cainville Trading Post." Inside is the best Mexican food in Utah. Several of the other seasonal rangers have congregated here to celebrate the end of the work week; they call Jan and Pam to join them on benches pulled up to heavy viooden tables. With silent gestures and eye motions they signal Jan to look over at a table in the corner, vihere a sandy-haired, mustached man in jeans and a plaid shirt sits enjoying fried tortilla chips with hot salsa. Jan smiles in recognition and quickly lowers her eyes, not wanting to seem too forward. The handsome man with tortillas and salsa is Robert Redford. Several of the other rangers had told her earlier about seeing him in this restaurant; now Jan will have something to brag about to the folks back home. The actor owns an estate and ski resort farther north near Provo, Utah, but he spends a lot of time in the colorful southern part of the state, vihere he floats a craft on Lake Powell, and flies his helicopter over the vividly hued buttes and mesas. Even if he weren't so good to |