“ Torrey (pop. 171) is a speck of blue in the reddest of the red states, a stopover for blue-jeans-and-cowboy-boots lefties who come to explore the red-rock desert's sky-punching peaks, sweeping sandstone domes, and chocolate brown rock towers en route to the well-trod meccas of Zion, Bryce, and Arches. Torrey's shady cottonwoods arc gracefully over Main Street, where you can see contemporary art at the what-the-hell-is-this-doing-out-here Torrey Gallery [...] ”