Myton is where between 500 and 600 individuals call home. As in most cities and towns, some are hard working and some are downright lazy. Some are self-starting free-thinkers and some don’t think at all. Most of them are loving, caring, human beings and some are still working on being human. About 30% of our citizens are seniors; most of whom have lived here for the past fifty years and have weathered the times through thick and thin. Most of it has been thin. They have been the back bone of our city during all the long lean years. They are in large part the reason we all work so hard to build Myton from generation to generation. Insuring their peace and serenity and building our City one block at a time is what we here in Myton are all about.

"Myton has the most spectacular sunsets in the whole world. And quiet -- so real you can hear it."

A big percentage of our population could be classified as " real rare characters". As one old timer put it, "We have more characters per square foot than any place in the USA". Looking at it another way, our residents show really strong character to over come all the set backs we have had through the years.

Some little boys, that delight in roaming the river banks, fishing, swimming, watching the beaver build their dams, playing cowboys among the huge cotton wood trees and dreaming of days gone by when the west was young, might consider Myton some part of Heaven. For a few years of their lives, during the dreaming years when anything is possible, it's a great place for a child to learn about mother nature's treasures. It's an ideal place to raise a family. But it's these same little children that grow up and look around and discover that their Heaven does not come equipped with jobs to support a family. This was especially true before the oil boom in the area. While the boom has "bust" it did leave some employment for some people. Still, many people are forced to leave the area to find employment, still dreaming of coming back one day. Many of them do, after they retire.

No, I don’t believe Myton is Heaven or Hell, but it might be classified as a testing ground. If you can make it there you can make it anywhere, as the song says. Folks often brag that, jobs are fewer and the pay is lower, the wind blows harder and it rains less when you need it, but always when the hay is down. It truly does seem at times that we are being tested.

For all these challenges, there are paybacks. Even though the wind does blow hard, we don’t have tornadoes; We don’t have floods; We only need air conditioning a few weeks out of the year; We can depend on the weather to cool off at night so we can sleep. And when we wake up in the morning we can breathe in the cool clean air. We may have a bit of fog in the winter to turn the trees into glistening white monuments, but we don’t have any smog to smother us. We do have the most spectacular sunsets in the whole world. We do have quiet - so real you can hear it. There is still prime real estate to be had at a reasonable price with water and sewer close by. We are just minutes away from fishing, hunting, water recreation and all kinds of sports. We live at a "kinder, gentler, pace than our urban friends. So far we are not at the mercy of "gangs". And we are prepared to stop them should they start.

We have the finest Elementary school in the area with teachers that are here because they like it here. We also have our Con Amour school to serve the challenged children from the whole county. We have our Head Start school to give our kids the extra push they need starting out. If a child is having a bit of trouble keeping up we have our Learning Center to tutor and encourage our children to be the best they can be. We feel very strongly that education is the key to our children’s future and should be number one priority to the community. We feel that it is the Community’s responsibility to see that all of our children have access to the best education we can give them.

A newcomer to the city might have a bit of trouble understanding some of the native Uintah Basinites. Some of them say "card" when they mean "cord", or "porty" when they want to "party". You never know which way they will lean the A or the O in words but you can bet they will welcome you to a get aquatinted "cord porty" before you are fully unpacked.

Welcome,

Alexia "Ludy" Cooper, historian