By Ines Bojlesen Aye, I come from back and beyond, my barking irons, long gone. I have encountered many a buccaneer, corsair, filibuster, while sailing under a letter of marque. I’ve gone on account, I’ve walked the plank, zenith so close to being the end. Boreas saved me and lifted me to safety. No more…
Author: Jim Farrell
Maiden Voyage
By Becky Wehrli Jim and I set off on my first ocean voyage yesterday on Autumn Daze at 4am, from Warrenton, OR to Neah Bay, WA. As I sit here on the swim deck of our 43’ Beneteau enjoying the placid water of the bay, watching freighters pass in the Strait of Juan de Fuca,…
Tongue Point
An Encampment, Naval Base, Coast Guard Station, Lighthouse Service, and Safe Haven Learning to sail on the Columbia River has given many generations of NW sailors the skills and confidence to cross the Columbia River Bar and head north, south or even west. Here is where we’ve learned about the Rules of the road; Red…
Beautiful River or Moncacht-Ape’
(Man who Kills Difficulties or Fatigues) They say that the progression of a sailor is from sailboat, to powerboat, to motorhome, to nursing home and finally to funeral home. Alas, Becky and I have phased from sailboat straight to a motor home (class B, as in van conversion), mainly after cruising our Pacific Northwest waters…
ARMY TALK MARCH 1945
Given the political climate of today, I thought it necessary to include this pamphlet the US Army gave to our troops in Germany about the time that my uncle (a gunner in a Sherman tank) was killed by a German 88. Uncle Jim (my namesake) was drafted from Elem Washington, and left a wife and…