Posts filed under "Talking Story"
Practice
Coming up this weekend is another overnight trip, a short paddle but a long camp (if that makes any sense.) In preparing for the Ikkatsu Expedition, we are trying a bunch of different camera techniques, experimenting with new gear and trying to work out some of the other things that will go into the survey […]
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Firewood round-up
With the days getting longer, and light getting here earlier and sticking around a little later, I’m hoping to enjoy a few more morning paddles that don’t require as much night vision. This morning was idyllic: flat calm water, slack current and no wind. I took the Bark 14 out for a spin, went south […]
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One of the classes I’m teaching this semester is a small group project that is going to produce a guide book to the trails of Point Defiance Park. (I keep saying that because, as the end of the semester approaches, it seems less likely that it will happen.) No, I don’t mean that. It will […]
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Because we shoot things
The Japanese fishing vessel that was spotted off of Haida Gwaii is now 6000 feet deeper down, on the bottom of the sea. A US Coast Guard ship unloaded its ordnance on the drifting hulk; she never stood a chance. You can, if you have not already heard of the sinking, read the summary here. […]
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The full moon is a glowing platter in the early morning sky. The water in the Narrows is bathed in light, in the way that only a full moon can do. Somehow, in some arcane and pagan calculation, this particular full moon means that tomorrow is Easter Sunday. (Am I the only one that finds […]
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Attitude overload
If you’re the type of person to put a lame sticker like this on your 1978 Datsun Honeybee, I’m guessing that, whatever your nickname may be, it definitely has the word “bag” in it. Or “nozzle.”
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Ch, ch, ch, changes
I sound old when I talk like this, older than I am even, which is saying something. Coming back to SB has its bittersweet moments, which is probably how anyone feels when they go back to their old home town. The changes that the years have brought, a cheaper veneer of newness laid atop the […]
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The boy and I are leaving this morning, flying down to Santa Barbara to see my father for a few days, then driving his car back up to Tacoma. He’s recently moved into a retirement community and doesn’t particularly want a car anymore. (It’s quite possible that he never really “wanted” a car anyway, but […]
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Speaking for those who have no voice
It’s an elusive creature, seldom seen and little understood. Studies should be done, to be sure, but the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus is destined to remain an enigma, no matter how much study comes along. This quiet forest denizen is native to the Olympic Peninsula and typically finds its mate in the waters of Hood […]
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Time marches on
I don’t know why it always catches me by surprise. The last day of a particular month, the idea that the year is already a quarter of the way into the history books. I never feel like I’ve done enough, regardless of what I’ve done. The “unforgiving minute,” Kipling called it, and it never quite […]
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