I’d been snowshoeing twice before today. The first time was at Paradise, Mt. Rainier. My buddy and I drove my ancient VW bug up there, without chains, and proceeded to strap on my parents’ long wood and rawhide snowshoes from 1960 and go snowshoeing. Continue reading Mt. Rainier: snowshoeing ‘take three’
“If you want real Flamenco, you go to the school for it. They don’t serve dinner. The theatre is packed shoulder-to-shoulder, and sells out quickly. But it’s the only authentic show in town.” So says a local. I’m in. Continue reading Real flamenco at the school
How was it? I ask a colleague. “Oh. That Mouton ’82? Completely shot. Not corked. Just cooked. I guess under the house wasn’t such a good storage place.” Continue reading Wine IQ: caring and storage lessons learned
When a friend mentions he owns oyster beds on Little Skookum inlet, near Shelton, I’m dubious. “We could camp out and eat as many oysters as we want.” says the Doc, a retired plastic surgeon. Continue reading On the beach: grilling oysters
I see several people slip. No matter. My hiking poles will keep me up. In seconds I’m on my ass–wondering what happened–hoping I didn’t break something. Winter hiking can be very dangerous. Continue reading Winter hiking: a tale of caution
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