Posts filed under "Talking Story"
While it’s still here
There are a pair of dams on the Elwha River that are scheduled to be removed some time in the next couple years. When the lower one goes, so too will Lake Aldwell. I am looking forward to seeing the rebirth of the river, but this is a beautiful lake and it will be missed.
Read MoreAncient musings
Many years ago, near the mouth of the Ozette River, not far from majestic Cape Alava and just a few miles south of the Point of the Arches, stood a native village. The Ozettes were ancestrally bound to their Makah neighbors to the north, but their village, a collection of less than a dozen longhouses […]
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An abundance of grit
In the waning months of 1889, the year that Washington became a state, the Seattle Press newspaper ran a job search that called for “hardy citizens . . . to acquire fame by unveiling the mystery which wraps the land encircled by the snow capped Olympic range.” It is unclear how many responses were received, […]
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Best laid plans
“If this is the road, I don’t want to see the river.” That was Mary, in the passenger seat. My wife, my stalwart, strong and sensible wife. I knew as soon as she said it that she was right, of course. I hated the fact that she’d given it voice, but I knew that it […]
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Blueprints for adventure
If you take the time to adequately plan your next trip, you get to do it twice. Maybe more. The planning of the trip can often bring as much enjoyment as the trip itself… it seems that way, for me anyway. I am town-tied this next week – working, family events, and so on – […]
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Daydreams (part II)
I wish I were in the mountains today. Or on a wild Pacific beach. Not in front of a computer screen. Not paying the bills. I will be back there soon. But not soon enough, if you ask me.
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Big Creek loop
“The scouts sent out to prospect for the trail met with no very encouraging success, and the necessity of forcing our way through the dense forest and over precipitous bluffs dawned on us and placed us all in no very sanguine mood; and to add to the discouragement, an incessant downpour of rain had followed […]
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The Hoh River
The Hoh River begins 8,000 feet above sea level, on Mt. Olympus. It travels 56 miles from its source to the sea. Through alpine highlands, steep canyons and rich, braided bottom lands. Northern spotted owl, marbled murrelet, and bald eagle nest in snags along the Hoh and in the surrounding watershed. Over 140 inches of […]
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Daydreams
Wave-sculpted Bedrock Jim Quattrocchi Port Angeles, WA Everybody daydreams. I daydream about places I still want to go, trips I want to take. It’s a very big world, despite rumors to the contrary, and I grow fonder of it with each passing day. I think about the sights I have yet to see and I […]
Read MoreGetting reaquainted
Three months ago this week, I left on what was to have been the first winter sea kayak circumnavigation of Vancouver Island. I got about three weeks into the trip when a torn rotator cuff stopped me cold in Johnstone Strait. Mary and Micah made the drive up to Sayward to pick me up and […]
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