Posts filed under "Talking Story"
A Follow-up
A bit of a side track, but I thought I’d mention it anyway. I was in Port Townsend the other day and while I was there, I figured I’d like to find Sentinel Rock, the place where the Duke of York carried out his vigil during the time of tension with the Clallams. (I wrote […]
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The Duke of York, part II
In the fall of 1859, on the Strait of Juan de Fuca, a mail carrier was found murdered in his boat. His mail pouch had been rifled and his personal belongings were missing. Suspicion immediately centered on a young Indian who had been fishing in the area at the time of the killing. The settlers […]
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Away
In the day-to-day of work and responsibility, there are damn few moments that are completely within one’s control. The job, the gas tank, the kids and the yard all make their claim on a limited supply of time, money and energy. Does it not make sense then, that we must get away? If only for […]
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The Duke of York
When Port Townsend was in the process of being formed, the chief of the local Clallam Indian tribe was a man by the name of Chetzemoka. A friend to the settlers, he was widely referred to as the Duke of York, presumably because some of the round-eyed newcomers had difficulty pronouncing his name. It was […]
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Wetland reality
A river delta is a fertile place. In fact, for sheer fecundity, a healthy estuary beats all comers. No Brazilian rainforest, no tropical reef, no matter how pristine and fertile, can touch the ability to support life that you’ll find in those special intertidal zones where the river meets the sea. Salmon fingerlings and other […]
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A matter of time
Timing is everything. For example, I just thought of the ideal day in the mountains. I would start with a drive on the road up to Hurricane Ridge where I’d drop the shuttle bike (Orange Crush) at the Mount Angeles trailhead. Turn around and drive back down to the Heart o’ the Hills Campground. Park […]
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Falling water
It is raining again. Still. In these pre-dawn hours, with the sound of the drops falling on the tin roof above the deck, the rain begins to reclaim her place in the local weather cycle. The days of summer have faded, those sticky hot afternoons when the fan was humming in the bedroom and the […]
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September’s gone
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley… Don’t I know it, Rob. I wasn’t able to get to the mountains today. I stayed home because of a combination of bad weather, little sleep and a very late night in the Emerald City. Tough break.
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On Mount Angeles
It was a long time ago but I remember the day quite clearly. I was working for the Tacoma Metro Parks outdoor program and on this blustery winter day, I had driven a group of people from Tacoma to Hurricane Ridge. Some of them were going snowshoeing, others skiing. My job was simply to drive […]
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A story of sea kayaking and science on the rugged coast of Alaska. Coming – Spring 2014.
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