I have made the Peninsula at Port Townsend, my “Go To” home for years now. But I have always been intrigued and enchanted by the coasts of Oregon and Washington. Winter brings huge breakers that never cease, and start almost a quarter mile out. They are not well shaped, as they are blown out, but… Continue reading Coming Home to Westport
After my back treatment in Tacoma, said Civic and I ran down to Aberdeen, Famous only for the Nirvana guy Kurt Colvane. I stopped in a C-Store, and actually met his step Sister! From Aberdeen Washington, thence North to an Indian Casino called Quinalt, near Ocean Shores. The Indian Casinos generally let travelers sleeping their… Continue reading On The Road Again!
Under the waned winter sun of the wet nor’west, I feel as though I am rehydrating my soul. For, as a child, I hungered for a change of weather; and that would mean wind, rain, even fog. In the groves and hills of 1950’s Orange, California; the weather was always pretty boring, as I recall.… Continue reading Whilst I Weather Winter in Washington
Now, after crossing the Cascades in central Oregon, through Bend, and down to the Oregon Coast, as documented in my photographs, I headed North, and thence East to Portland. The snow and ice were exciting, but the blustery coast at Seaside int he winter, must be experienced! This strip of beach may still be driven… Continue reading Whitherist I have Roamed
I have left Fallon, and the Hanger, and are headed to the mountains of Oregon. Finding my way to Klamath falls, I picked up some required chains and made it to Chemult. I have decided to spend the night here. The snow is as deep or deeper than I have ever seen it here!
…soo-o. Here am I, in the Daily Grind Espresso bar, Fallen,Nv. enjoying a fabulous cup o’ joe by a fireplace, while it’s freezing out side. I am listening to some old men talking about their Grandparents lives. It’s a fur piece from Urban Bean, in Phoenix; or the Sunrise Coffee Shop, in Port Townsend, Wa.… Continue reading Harleys and Helicopters
OK, so after spending the Thanksgiving Holidays in Laguna, with my brother Lee, I hit the road again, heading into the desert. The I-10 takes me out through the Whitewater pass, through Indio, and onto the Colorado river, at Blythe California, and Ehrenburg, Az. After a night there, I stopped at the Tonopah Hot Springs,… Continue reading Phinally in Phoenix