Posts filed under "Talking Story"
Oooh, that smell
Hamma Hamma, in the parlance of the local tribes, meant “Stinky Stinky.” Seriously. On account of the many thousands of rotting carcasses that remained after the salmon had spawned out. There aren’t as many of them now as there used to be, but the name of the river remains.
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Stinky, stinky
I asked the boy where he wanted to go camping this weekend. We were sitting at the breakfast table this morning, chomping through our English muffins and reading the funnies. I had talked to him about maybe getting out this Saturday, and he gave it some thought before he replied. “I go to Hamma Hamma,” […]
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That place that I can’t refer to by name
In 1978, Congress passed a law that gave the United States Olympic Committee exclusive control and allowed for trademark of several terms, including Olympic, Olympiad and Paralympic. The committee also has wide latitude to sue for infringement when words are used that it sees as being too similar to the terms it owns. At the […]
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October sun
Best waves of the summer, especially considering summer is over. That was the Hobuck Hoedown for me, just wave after perfect wave, set in the most beautiful blue-sky days imaginable. The contest itself was no big deal for me – there weren’t enough SUPers out there to make a competitive heat – but the waves […]
Read MoreI can’t believe I’m taking firewood
A beach is a place where a man can feelHe’s the only soul in the world that’s real. The Who
Read MoreThe coming darkness
It rains more around here in the winter. It’s colder too, and snow is not only a possibility (like it used to be), it has been a much more common white reality in these parts the last few years. There is no shortage of differences to be found between summer and winter, but for me, […]
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Foss dawn patrol
There is a north wind this morning. Skies are clear and the new sun is painting the eastern horizon, but the north wind never blows warm. No matter. When it comes to the weather, we have had a very good year. Out early this morning, a black water paddle down the Foss Waterway here in […]
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Car camping
Home already. I suppose I was gone for about as long as I expected to be, but it seems impossible we were able to see as much as we did in such a short time. But we did… and the fact that Micah and I were able to walk and paddleboard the entire length of […]
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Going to the beach
We’re leaving today for the Port Townsend symposium, right after swim lessons. It’s just me and the boy going up this time, a couple of nights in the Hotel Westfalia with the progeny. It will be good; he travels well. I don’t know what to expect from this year’s edition – I don’t expect much. […]
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