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I doubt that anyone could - or would want to - remember each day of every year.
But our minds cling to some moments, hours or even entire days.
The 2009 day my brain clings to happened in early September – before the leaves began to turn gold and red, but after the kids went back to school.
Pointing a pair of skis or a snowboard down a snow-covered slope, even the gentle bunny hill, for the first time clenches up a lot of teeth each winter.
There’s a weird, mysterious world just a few feet away from all of us, but it remains hidden most of the year.
I don’t want anyone to start feeling itchy or creepy over breakfast, but this is shaping up as an epic year for ticks – the nastiest parasite in the Northwest.
NISQUALLY – It’s never easy to say goodbye to an old friend – especially a final goodbye.
The first razor clam dig of fall is set for the first weekend of October, and I'll call hotels, motels and campgrounds right now if you want to spend the night on the Washington Coast.