Or What the H… Have I Gotten Myself Into? By Jim Farrell So far, the sailing trip north through the inside passage to Glacier Bay had been far and above any and all expectations either my best mate Becky or I had envisioned. The weather had been prefect. The wild life, eagles, humpback, orca, and…
By Jim Farrell Days on the Multnomah Channel during the dog days of summer can be lazy, relaxing, boring, exciting, or just plain retaliatory. That is, you can take a perfect day, a clear sky and all the intentions of good fellowship on a summer afternoon on the river, then at the drop of a…
By Jim Farrell Kq-a~-la~-o`k, meaning “a good place to land”, in the Salishan language the Quinault natives used, and then corrupted by European’s to Kalaloch, when they arrived. The beach was part of the coastal highway the Quinault, Quilcute, Hoh, Makah and other Pacific Northwest natives’ tribes used for trade, all up and down the…
By Jim Farrell OK, enough is enough. Even as diehard Northwesterners, our bodies and souls are craving a major vitamin ‘D’ fix after the ravages of this winter’s storms. A long trip to Hawaii or maybe South America or even the southern parts of North America would seem to be in order, but alas, there…
By Jim Farrell Many years ago, and they were back to the scene of the almost tragedy. Not only at the same island group, same island, but two of the same payers greeted them at the dock, as much surprised to see the other two as they were seeing them. The two were San Juan…