PAT NEAL: The mystery of the Sasquatch

I’LL NEVER FORGET the first time I saw a Sasquatch. It was Feb. 28, 1970-something. I know the date because that was back when the… Continue reading

DIANE URBANI DE LA PAZ: Taking care of ‘us’: It’s a matter of time

A QUESTION THAT has me thinking lately: When we talk about this community, who is “us”? Who are the ones we believe belong here, sharing… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: New threat to our threatened salmon

IT WAS ANOTHER tough week in the news for the planet we call home. We almost don’t need the United Nations Convention on Biological Diversity… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Caring for precious family members

ALL MY FEARFUL thoughts instantly flew away as soon as I heard the unique rattle of the tags on Brown Dawg’s collar coming closer. Instead,… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: The (honestly true!) fishing report

“HOW’S THE FISHING?” If I only had a dollar for every time I answered that question. Inquiring minds want to know before they go if… Continue reading

OUR VIEW: The real scoop on Port Angeles’ second-class-city ballot measure

WE WANT TO set the record straight about the second-class-city measure for Port Angeles on Tuesday’s general election ballot. It wouldn’t do what proponents say… Continue reading

DIANE URBANI DE LA PAZ: Listening, remembering, giving thanks

HUDDLING IN THE rental car, I heard something outside. This was a recent Sunday morning, after my husband, Phil, and I traveled from Port Angeles… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: No fishing problem that new laws won’t solve

WHO SAYS THERE’S no good news when every day, there are new and exciting things happening all around us? If we could only take the… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Fingers crossed for chinook, rain

FISHING IS NOT just child’s play out here on the West End. It means serious business for lots of people and food for families. The… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: Hunting excuses for almost every occasion

IT WAS DAYLIGHT in the forest on opening day of deer hunting season. Opening day is my favorite day of the year. It’s a day… Continue reading

DIANE URBANI DE LA PAZ: Crossing lines, coming together: Stories make it possible

WHEN YOU’RE THE messenger bearing another person’s story, you perform a sacred act. It begins, of course, with listening. And listening some more, with heart… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: A good day’s fishing

DID YOU EVER have one of those days where nothing seems to go right? When everything you try, try and try again ends in a… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: West Enders rock and roll through construction the best they can

ROAD CLOSURES AND long delays are inconvenient for all who use U.S. Highway 101 to and from the West End. However, sometimes delays can hold… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: One more letter from the mail bag

THANKS FOR READING this. If you didn’t read this, no one would, but you do. I can tell from all of the wonderful cards and… Continue reading

DIANE URBANI DE LA PAZ: Seeing new worlds via college program

I TOOK A seat beside John Lennon. As I marveled at my arrival here at last, he just smiled. The trip to Parque John Lennon… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: Blue tarp campers shun motorized comforts

OF COURSE IT’S wrong to compare the plight of the Syrian, Sudanese and Rohingya refugees with the blue-tarp campers that survived the sudden deluge that… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: How to prepare for the coming winter

IT’S TIME ONCE again for the annual winter weather forecast. This is a yearly service provided by this weekly wilderness gossip column in an effort… Continue reading

DIANE URBANI DE LA PAZ: Helping Clallam inmates breathe a little easier

which permits me to go without escort — I pass through six gates and under the guard tower. Concertina wire,… Continue reading

PAT NEAL: How’s the fishing on Enceladus?

IT WAS A rare good week for those of us who call the Earth our home, with the discovery of what could be the next… Continue reading

WEST END NEIGHBOR: Trail warriors leave no trace

THERE WAS NERVOUS scuffling of horse feet as Larry Baysinger gently wiped fly spray on his mustang’s neck. “That mustang is sure-footed on the trail,… Continue reading