Salty sweat is stinging my eyes, making it hard to see; every muscle is sore. But once I round the last snow field, the view is nothing short of spectacular. Was it worth it? Continue reading Gothic Basin: a hike for mountain goats
Ever get the urge to keep driving? I do. The road less traveled leads to discovery. In this case, I’m driving north along Highway 97 between Madras, Oregon and Goldendale, Washington. Continue reading Roadtrippin: photos from Highway 97
Ah, nature. Clean air. Clean water. Clean…wait…what is that? A used diaper? Continue reading Camp cleaning catharsis
It’s a cold and silent memorial to the United States’ worst rail disaster. Hair is standing up on my neck. It’s more creepy than I had imagined. Time to get moving. Continue reading Ghost trail: Iron Goat
I must be crazy–I choose to drive to the windward side of the island where it’s dumping rain and hail–instead of laying on warm, sunny beaches of the leeward side. I hope this is the best botanical garden I’ve seen.
Continue reading Plantus exoticus: Waimea Valley Botanical Gardens
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’
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