Author Archives: Whittoons

Each time I ski along the River Run trail, along the Methow River and across from the rugged Goat Wall, I yodel. I listen for the echo and seem to hear my father’s voice in the mountains yodeling back. Dad … Continue reading →

Survival of the Fittest meant only one thing to this intrepid explorer — RUN!

Creatures from the Ocean Depths were certain to find me a tasty morsel. I could be Sweet Meat. I would not be subject to the whims of fate. Natural Selection would not happen if I had anything to say about … Continue reading →

I was nobody’s fool. If the tide was rising, why stay a minute longer at the water’s edge. Time to find the Tsunami evacuation route and head for the hills!

There were times on the trip when other travelers must have viewed us as a traveling road show. What with the packed boat on a trailer, three out-of-control kids, the two parakeets, two turtles and Suzette, the neurotic wonder dog. … Continue reading →

Our expedition seemed to be replicating the task of Peruvian rubber baron Carlos Fitzcarrald as we attempted to cross mountains ranges with our boat. Every pass was a struggle, steam pumping out of the car radiator, yet the boat was … Continue reading →

Reaching the coast was the culmination of a grueling trek across America. They had suffered untold hardships and deprivations – sitting in a wagon for hours on end, sweating bucketloads in the western heat, setting up camp in dreadful conditions … Continue reading →

The team of explorers took the coast route while the adults chose the path through the woods to a rendezvous point at the water’s edge. I was the youngest taking up the rear position in our line, checking out the … Continue reading →