Development is seeing it bulldozed under. Or perhaps worse, seeing those special places trampled under the feet of hordes of well-meaning people who claim they do recognize the value of wild lands but don't recognize that their sheer numbers are destroying it. Progress is the mountain biker who gets tired of staring at his knuckles, the bike handlebars, and three feet of ground ahead of him, and stops and looks around, and is overwhelmed by the silence and the beauty of the canyons. Development is painting more white lines on the Slickrock Trail so nobody has to stop and look around. Progress is appreciating the fading light on the slickrock palisades above the valley.
Development is ridgeline housing.
Progress is moving to Moab, wanting to be a part of the community and wanting to contribute something to it. Development is moving to Moab and seeing what can be taken from it. Progress, in short, is Moab the Community. Development, in a nutshell, is Moab the Population Center. Ten years from now, one way or the other, we'll probably all know the answer.