Tag Archives: Oil City hike

Six days in the bush, Pacific Northwest style

Posted on August 21, 2017 by

    I came to the bridge above the river, the one described in the guidebook. I’d taken a picture of it last time but it was only a green braid in the gray canyon rock, reduced down to that. … Continue reading →

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You have to learn the lesson twice | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 24, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5 (Day 28!). It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington … Continue reading →

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What became of camp | Field notes from the Pacific coast

Posted on June 17, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with … Continue reading →

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Field notes from the Pacific coast | The influence of the tides on the streams

Posted on June 2, 2017 by

This is a series of posts I started in late May and plan to continue for 40 days, with a goal of hitting 50,000 words by July 5. It’s inspired by a three-day solo trek on the Washington coast, with … Continue reading →

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Entering Elma | field notes from the Pacific Coast

Posted on May 28, 2017 by

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

Posted on May 24, 2017 by

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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Say goodbye to the Hoh

Posted on July 15, 2015 by

The sea spills its guts out to anyone who will listen, just hurls itself up and forgets it’s told the same story before: two black heads in the water floating that could be humans staring at us but they are seals, … Continue reading →

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