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…
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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,…