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…
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Kalaloch Beach-(K’-E-le-ok)
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…
Wishing for Spring Fever
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…
Matia Island, or Listen to Your First Mate
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…
The Trust of Your First Mate
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…