Posts filed under "Talking Story"
Oooh, the colors
There are a few new ferries being built around these parts. An embarrassment of oxidization doomed a bunch of them a couple years ago… four were pulled at once and I can’t remember how many ferries were taken out in total. Most of them are bobbing at dockside up in Winslow, or were last year, […]
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Changes in gravity
I found a walking stick the other day, wrapped some spare line around one end of it, as a sort-of handle, and used it on a couple of short hikes last week. It got me thinking about how I never used to use sticks or poles while hiking, back when I was, you know, younger. […]
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The silent waters of Lake Crescent
I have driven past this lake hundreds of times, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before. Not really. It’s always been a place I pass on my way to somewhere else, background in the whirr outside my windows. The highway runs along the southern shore and there are houses along the banks almost […]
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The melt is on
The Olympic high country is one of the few places in Washington that experienced above-average snowfall this past winter. There’s still a fair bit of snow pack up there, but it’s starting to break loose now that the temperatures have started upward. The Elwha, with its extensive watershed, is flowing fast and strong in its […]
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Do I choose the wave?
Do I choose the wave, or does the wave choose me? What is it that draws me to one wave and not the others? Why is it that sometimes, even when I’ve committed to a wave and paddle furiously to catch its power, it can slip on below me without allowing me a ride? Why […]
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This year’s edition
After a few quick days of surfing and hiking, I rolled down the mountain and into Port Angeles this morning. Had breakfast at Shirley’s, the kind of place where the rusty pickups in the parking lot have bumper stickers like “What would Scooby Do?” and “Screw Tibet – Free the Elwha.” Breakfast was delicious. Continued […]
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Here and there
Going to Taholah on Wednesday. In order for non tribal members to access the beach on the Quinault reservation, they have to get a permit from tribal authorities in Taholah. I figured it might be smart to advise them of my trip this July, and find out exactly what the access limitations are and how […]
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I don’t know exactly why I look forward to the Port Angeles Sea Kayak Symposium each year. It has its down sides, after all. It’s small, out of the way, and weather-dependent in a way that other events, offered later in the summer, are not. Even when the weather is perfect, as it was last […]
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That modern glow
I had no idea that today was the last day of International Dark Sky Week. (I don’t think Hallmark even has a card for that.) Light pollution is a major issue here in the first part of the 21st century, although it rarely gets the attention and effort that is regularly put into combating other […]
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