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…
A voyage not meant to be By Jim Farrell While anchored in South Puget Sound, I was rowing around Jarrell Cove, on Hartstene Island in my Zodiac “Doggie Daze”, I happened upon Bob Lemon and his S/V Raven and started up a conversation that led to this story… … The romance of the sea draws…
Throughout life I believe that we all need to strive for improvement. you know, just like when your mom and dad, wife, husband, teacher, preacher, policeman, parole officer, what have you, told you that you need improvement in your grades….cleaning your room…attitude…..choice of boyfriends or girlfriends….money management…you name it. No matter how old each of…