Memory Monday, Week 136

I’ve been on loads of fishing trips since I met the Big Guy 30-plus years ago, but I never imagined my mom and dad going salmon fishing until I came across these slides from 1950. My mom had relatives, the Ramsdells, living in Port Townsend, and they had what looks to me like a wonderful outing on Al Ramsdell’s boat.

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In before the storm

We took a short trip back out to Folsom Lake this morning — a last chance to get outdoors ahead of a big storm that should be hitting our area before long. Though the skies were blue and cloudless as the day began, it wasn’t long before grey took over; and while the south wind wasn’t gusting too strongly yet, […]

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Darkening skies

Last Tuesday afternoon I went with the Big Guy out to Pensinsula Campground, on Folsom Lake. It’s about an hours’ drive from where we live, traveling northeast along scenic Salmon Falls Road into Pilot Hill, and then, turning onto Rattlesnake Bar Road, heading southwest again for several miles. We pretty much had the place to ourselves, not least because the […]

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