By Jeri Farrell-Shaw The year of the snow, Grandpa Dick’s Brother Bill was working with the Bunyan outfit in the Washington Cascades. Cold? That year it was so cold that when trying to speak outside, words would freeze in midair, and fall to the ground without a sound. Come the thaw in the spring, all…
Author: Jim Farrell
Lorine (Mom) Pursley Farrell
By Jim Farrell On May 3, 2022, she would have been100 years-old, an age she wanted to achieve, but she died three and a half years ago. This lady was raised in the logging camps of the Olympic Peninsula, on the “west end”, where the only way to even reach Port Angeles, WA was by…
CROW’S NEST
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…
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…