Hooray for the Pilot Boat Peacock
By Morris R. Pike – Arnie, my alter ego, and I were near the Columbia River Maritime Museum in Astoria when we came across ..
By Morris R. Pike – Arnie, my alter ego, and I were near the Columbia River Maritime Museum in Astoria when we came across ..
By Morris R. Pike – “Hey Arnie,” I said to my alter ego. “It’s time for our walk along the waterfront.” “Let ..
By Morris R. Pike – Astoria . . . a weather-worn town on the Oregon side of the Columbia River where the cold, steady ..
By Morris R. Pike – I talk with Arnie a lot… at least in my head. . . he’s imaginary you know. We argue . . . sometimes ..
By Morris R. Pike My best friend John and I joked about Slake Drives. We shouldn’t have, but we did. He was just too weird . . . had ..
By Larry Rea Once again, my cousin Marvin and I loaded our camera gear in my Chevy Blazer this time heading for Summer Lake near ..
By Morris Russell Pike “Drift Creek, ever been there?” my friend asked. “No,” I said, game for doing something new and being ..
It takes a lot of people to help the Columbia River do its work. Micheal Brusco is one of those people. An independent tugboat ..
By Jan Jackson I remember getting so thirsty in my 1980s motorcoach touring days that I once pulled a motor coach full of people ..
CASCADE LOCKS, Ore. – Laura and I were finishing lunch in Cascade Locks, when I looked out the window of the restaurant ..