Mary Anne and Steve’s Travels

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The Cans of Anacortes

Like many small towns in the Pacific Northwest, Anacortes was all about timber and fish. With fishing came canning, and millions of fish left town in a tin can. There were quite a few brand names, more than I would have thought. Anacortes uses vintage cannery labels on its trash

by Steve

Merry Christmas

On the International Scale of Joy, “Merry” is higher than “Happy.” so, with all respect to my British friends, I will go with… Merry Christmas, friends and relatives. Mary Anne and I wish you a year when your health is good, your plans successful, and your dreams fulfilled. We hope

by Steve

Not a Christmas Card

Back in the day, I used to write a long letter at this time of year, print maybe forty copies, and mail them to friends and relatives. Did it take a lot of time? Yes. Was it expensive? Yes – International postage is not cheap. Did anyone read it? Who knows?

by Steve

Depoe Bay and Taft

The first question many of you will have is, “Where is Taft, Oregon?” It’s just north of Cutler City and south of Nelscott. Of course, you may never have heard of these because they are three of the five small towns that merged in 1965 to become Lincoln City,

by Steve

Devil’s Elbow

You will no doubt be pleased to hear the the mystery of the name “Devil’s Elbow” has been solved. Sort of. Heceta Head State Park (which includes Devils Elbow State Park) is located in a cove at the mouth of Cape Creek. There are picnic tables sheltered from the

by Steve

The Coast

Mine was a family of fixed habits. Back in the days of Kennedy and Kesey going out to dinner meant either to the Colonial Inn Buffet run by the VFW, or Johnnie’s Broasted Chicken run by, well, Johnnie. When the family Buick departed for the coast, we knew that

by Steve

Spencer’s Butte

The heart of Eugene, Oregon is bounded by Skinner’s Butte to the north and Spencer’s Butte to the south. What’s a butte, you ask? It’s a hill of modest height. Of the two, Spencer’s is the higher and steeper. it seems like almost from the

by Steve

Dockton

Dockton is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. But at the end of the Nineteenth century it was very much somewhere. This speck of a now-residential community lies on Maury Island, itself a speck attached by a thin isthmus to the somewhat larger Vashon Island. What put Dockton on

by Steve

Favorite Photos

I’m aboard Étude on a calm, clear morning in Gig Harbor, Washington. You’d think I’d have something better to do than write a blog post. Apparently not. While looking at photos from our summer voyage aboard Étude and our recent trip to Europe, I found a few

by Steve

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