One-Room Schoolhouse to Benefit
The fifth annual Angle Days and the 32nd annual Chili Cookoff is in the books at the Northwest Angle.
People of all ages came out to enjoy the near-perfect weather and a variety of events held across the Angle mainland. Continue reading “Angle Days Filled with Friendly Competition”
The residents of the Northwest Angle would like to invite you to attend Angle Days, “the Top of the Nation’s Summer Celebration.” This small community, called simply “The Angle” by locals, now has a new northernmost icon and this year Angle Days will focus in part on celebrating the new icon’s designation.
It’s the fifth annual Angle Days, as well as the 32nd annual Chili Cookoff and Blueberry Dessert Challenge. In addition to those two mainstays, the variety of events throughout the weekend are sure to heat up the fun that first weekend in August. Continue reading “Press Release: Angle Days Summer Festival Returns August 4-6”
Somewhere along the winding dusty road, I came to believe that change is good. Change is good for the simple reason that it can’t be otherwise, or it wouldn’t happen.
Choosing to believe in a friendly universe seems nearly impossible at times; oh, how we suffer! How we hold tight to our suffering, our persecution, believing it makes us so righteous! I have treasured mine, wrapped it up safely with golden bows and security guards. I have glorified the martyr-making tales of woe residing in my mind.
But then the fireflies come out, a thousand of them at once. The wildflowers bend in the blue-sky breeze. The white caps roll and tease and polka-dot the lake. The starry edge of the universe wraps itself around all that I know like a glitter headband keeping the wild hair from my eyes so that I may see and dance and sing to the skies. Continue reading “Constantly Good”
A Kale Caesar Salad That Any Man (With Teeth) Will Love
This is the salad that my meat and potatoes man requests on his birthday. You read that right…he requests a salad. It’s also the only way my carb-loving nephew will eat something green. I made it once for everyone at deer camp, (you read that right, too) and they were all hooked. At seven-months pregnant, it was the one and only time I went to deer camp. I quietly traipsed through the woods behind the hunters or sat gunless in a tree stand to enjoy the solitude. Then, each evening I cooked up a storm; I think it was part of my nesting phase. Anyway, this kale Caesar salad was the hit of the whole week’s menu. Continue reading “Tastes of The Angle”
Most mornings I wake up feeling pretty darn fortunate. Not all mornings, of course, but more often than not.
I’ve always had shelter, food and clothing. I’ve always been surrounded by people whom I love and who love me. I’ve faced very little adversity, loss or personal tragedy.
I’m a white woman in a democratic country. I’m college-educated. I’ve lived in metropolitan and rural areas, both by choice. I’ve traveled across oceans, tasted cuisines around the world, met people from all walks of life. I’ve danced in the desert beneath a complete lunar eclipse and rode white water that nearly killed me, just for the thrill of it. I’ve had time and resources to Create, in myriad different forms and at all different stages of my life. Continue reading “Lucky”
As one of the lake’s only female Captains, Deb Butler initially faced a lot of challenges when she took over Island Passenger Service. But she thrived by making the job her own. Now she’s hanging up her captain’s hat and reminiscing about the many memories she made along the way.
The waves were already cresting over the dock as Deb and oldest granddaughter Molly made their way down the narrow walkway out to the Red Head. The 25-foot sport-craft, named for its bright red rag top, strained against its lines as they boarded and made ready to leave their northwest facing bay. This was nothing new. Wind wasn’t fun, but it was common. No matter the weather, there were people to be ferried and a schedule to be kept. Continue reading “Deb Butler Retires, Closes Island Passenger Service”