Disclaimer: Pete is not his real name, nor was his boat named Dog My Cats. You will understand why. How...
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The bitter wind howled down Colvos Passage with all the force of the frozen north. White caps, like a battalion...
What would St. Patrick’s Day be without glittered shamrocks and leprechauns, and for the menu, green beer and corned beef...
Contrary to the weather forecast, a sturdy breeze pushes persistent rain sideways, aiming to soak unprotected pant legs and feet....
Of all the people you know, how many prefer winter? I can think of one, a friend who likes to...
Where would you rather be right now? I’ve been walking up and down our home dock in Friday Harbor, asking...