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The Tacoma Book Center: So Many Corners

A tousled-headed man wandered into the horror section of the Tacoma Book Center with an armful of books and a chagrined look on his face. “Jeez,” he said, looking around the stacks, “another secret room? This place has so many corners, I keep getting lost.” His turn of phrase struck me as strangely poetic. So many corners. It’s the sort of vaguely surreal wording you might find in a Borges poem, or a Tom Waits song ­ – the sort of…

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Where to Stay in Ocean Shores, Washington: The Sands

Note: I went to the Sands independently and received nothing from them for my stay or for this article. I didn’t tell them I run a travel blog, and they don’t know I’m writing this. I receive no payment from them or any other place that I endorse. The Sands is a Great Budget Stay in Ocean Shores, Washington Well, I’ve tried nearly every hotel in Ocean Shores now, and I do believe I’ve found my favorite budget stay. Going…

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Forks, Washington: Cycle of the Vampire

I came home from deployment to find that women had overrun the town of Forks, Washington. This was some time around 2008. I’d been going to Forks for years for the hiking and camping in the area, and had always known it as a gritty, hungover little lumberjack burg (no offense intended, Forks, I LOVE gritty, hungover lumberjack burgs). So it was truly surreal to find it suddenly overrun by well-dressed women and teeny boppers. It was like finding out…

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Watching Crows at West Bay Park, Olympia, Washington

Crows at Olympia’s West Bay Park I was at Olympia’s West Bay Park when I caught a couple shots of crows. West Bay Park is a nice little spot in a quieter section of Olympia. I visit it often to read or just look out over the water and think, but today I wanted to make this post specifically to share a couple shots of crows that I got. The crow on the ground was doing some of the strangest things…

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The Mysterious Suspended Bike of Ruston, Washington

Oh, mysterious suspended bike of the Ruston waterfront, who made thee? Who shaped thy strange handlebars? Who bound up thy body in wood and left thee, as though in flight, suspended over the Sound? Where did you come from, you weird artifact? From the depths of someone’s imagination? Or from some place darker? Are you drawing us toward madness, or bliss? And is there a difference, mysterious suspended bike of the Ruston waterfront walk? Oh, your strange character has confounded…

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To the People Along the Path

NOTE: I’m breaking away a bit from the usual Northwest Nomad procedure here and writing about when I hiked the Appalachian Trail in 1998. It’s a piece I originally published in the Prague Revue, a site that has since shuttered its doors, and one that I want out there in the world, still. It’s relevant to Northwest Nomad in that it’s about travel, life, the outdoors, and the tribe of wanderers that has always felt like home to me. To…

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Granny’s Cafe, Port Angeles, Washington: One of the Best Places to Eat on the 101 Loop

Every time I’m in the Port Angeles area, as I was last week to hike Mount Storm King, I stop at Granny’s. About 10 minutes or so east of the Storm King Ranger Station, and about 20 minutes west of downtown Port Angeles, sits this little cafe just off the highway. It looks a bit modest (or maybe “humble” is the word) there with its dirt parking lot and old-timey facade, but this place is one of the best kept…

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