Zorina Barker

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Mushroom season is fading out

IN THE FALL, there is gold out in the forests of the West End and anyone can pick it off the ground and sell it… Continue reading

 

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Perfect end for an old hemlock

WHEN THE 124-FOOT hemlock fell with its top right in the fire, it could not have been more perfect. The evening was fairly dark, much… Continue reading

 

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Staying out of the hunter’s scope

TO PICK UP a pair of binoculars and see the business end of a rifle pointed directly at you is not a pleasant experience. It… Continue reading

 

WEST END NEIGHBOR: More miles to be grateful on the interstate

THE TEXT FROM my mom saying she had just come home as the ambulance was leaving with my dad marked the beginning of nearly two… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Twilight festival brings faithful to Forks

TRINITY HANNING, 16, told me her stagecraft teacher said “she is possessed by a demon again,” because of wearing her deep red-colored contacts to school.… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Still a bumpy path to jobs’ completion in Forks

WHEN SOMEBODY SAYS “the best laid plans” and leaves the words to hang in the air like smoke, they are generally not describing a successful… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: It’s not just the park — it’s the people

LOOKING DOWN AT the ladder of the avalanche chute, it appeared the wood rungs hadn’t been maintained since I last faced this obstacle eight years… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Neighbors who help with the worst jobs

LAST WEEK I found myself at the bottom of a grave I was finishing up. It’s the third hole of this size I have dug… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Sarge’s Place Farmstand celebrates new growth

JAY BAKER OF Sarge’s Place joked, “The military issued me two dog tags, one said B positive and the other said B negative.” He was… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Roof, not rain, dampens spirits

SITTING ON THE bank of the Sol Duc River, Stan Fouts said, “I love my national park but I could drown the administration in the… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: History on tap at Forks Logging Museum

AT 6 P.M., THE Forks Timber Museum, 1421 Forks Ave., began pouring wine for the ladies of the Foxy Fedoras of Forks, one of two… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Immigrant woman fearful of leaving life in Forks

“I SOLD MY house, packed and took my children,” Maria-Elena Perez told me of her border crossing from Mexico in 2004. Perez told about leaving… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Flexibility reigns at Forks’ RainFest

“BLESSED ARE THE flexible for they will not be bent out of shape,” read a sign in my former employer’s staff room. The longer I… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: West End comes out for annual Forks auction

SARAH DECKER TOOK command of the microphone Sunday afternoon at the Quillayute Valley Scholarship Auction in the Forks High School Commons. Earlier in the weekend,… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Veterans seek wilderness respite

KEN CHOSE NOT to give me his last name. Ken qualifies as homeless, according to the McKinney-Vento Homeless Assistance Act. Most could call him a… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Good time was had by all

JUST OVER A week ago, I was sitting with some friends and we were looking over our group of kids. They are all teens and… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: What to do when the trees fall

WHEN THE WINDS on the West End violently abuse the forest, trees fall. It’s natural and generally no big deal. However, when trees fall across… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: West Enders seek warm meals, generators and water

THE POWER GOING out was fairly predictable, given the stormy weather Saturday night and early Sunday morning. Even still, there isn’t a whole lot my… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: The how and why of Lake Pleasant plungers

THIS YEAR, I thought about joining the Polar Bear Plunge at Lake Pleasant in Beaver on New Year’s Day. Personally, I like to cannonball if… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Authors cookin’ up books on West End life

THE MUSIC WAS too loud, though I’d never admit it was because then some smarty pants would say then I’m too old. However, the piano… Continue reading