Monthly Archives: May 2017

Field notes from the Pacific Coast | up Ulrich’s Couloir, Stuart

I was probably the only student in class who fell that day, and the instructors pretended not to notice, either to save me the embarrassment or because they were embarrassed themselves. How do you fall on a belay? I couldn’t … Continue reading

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Field notes from the Pacific Coast (day 3 of 40)

I cleaned out the refrigerator, what I didn’t think Dawn or the kids would eat while I was gone, put it in a cooler with a freezer pack while I was at work then got it out once I came … Continue reading

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Field notes from the Pacific Coast | 101 to Aberdeen

This is a series of posts from three days out on my favorite stretch of the Pacific Coast. The posts don’t need to be read in order and serve as a memoir experiment with side-stories from related trips and themes … Continue reading

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Entering Elma | field notes from the Pacific Coast

May 28, SAMMAMISH By the time I got to Kalaloch they’d stopped serving breakfast and were turning things over for lunch, but not in a rush for anyone. We were backing up in the lobby and I was second, a … Continue reading

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Love songs, prose, for the Pacific coast

How the clouds hung on the horizon off the water and made two lines, I thought they were grinding their teeth. All the mountains ground down from the pressure of the sky pushing on them and the earth, where they … Continue reading

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‘One more time around’

Now there’s a new sound in the back yard, the sound from the cottonwood leaves when the wind comes in from the west, and all those tiny hands clap, and remind me of the tide coming in or going out, … Continue reading

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Jupiter’s Beard in B minor

I wound back up Cougar Mountain, the A7, the seam air shaft to primrose mineā€”and there at the end was a pit, a deep hole in the ground with a large rock bearded in moss, dripping, making cave sounds. And … Continue reading

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