
Identity and Consequences
The Makah have lived for nearly 3,000 years on the north-western tip of the United States - and they are a people whose lives, traditions, and identity are intimately bound up with whaling.
essays from a time traveller
The Makah have lived for nearly 3,000 years on the north-western tip of the United States - and they are a people whose lives, traditions, and identity are intimately bound up with whaling.
The work of photographers like Thomas Ryan RedCorn and Zig Jackson are working to reclaim native truth from the stereotypes of Edward Curtis and the movie industry.
A bald eagle terrifies Minnie and sparks an account of the significance of eagles to Indigenous peoples and of the existential threat of wind turbines.
We celebrate National Peanut Butter Day, calculate calories and meet George Washington Carver at Tuskegee.
After a hash brown breakfast cup, the story continues with the removal of the dams on the Elwha and the task of managing 32 million tons of slurry. Washington State weighs in with a strategy for carbon neutrality by 2050.
Raymond Carver as inspiration for country musicians. Redemption and the first part of the story of the Klallam people.
Took away our native tongue And taught their English to our young: our new sound system and a look at Indigenous languages
The Race Marshal catches a ghost shark and I tell the story of the extinct American rhino and the bas relief at Ashfall.
Minnie spots a killer whale - one of the orcas of the Salish Sea. We hear about the Chinook of the Fraser River and sonar testing by the US Navy.
A tweet from the Navajo Nation's Health Department Director starts a chain of thought through Indigenous peoples' suffering to the extraordinary kindness of the Irish.
I make marrons glaces and am burnt by hot syrup. Barking dogs on the shore lead to a conversation about dog wool.
A truffled breakfast and a discussion of ocean currents and the spread of mushrooms. I mistake the Native American Flute for a shakuhachi.
Looking back to a fragmented North America and the catastrophe that might have befallen the Heraclitus many millions of years ago. We lunch on aglio e olio.
In Seattle, sitting out the terrible forest fires; thinking about truffles, quinces and marrons glaces.
We sail past Annie Proulx's house and mull over Seattle's literary fame - more bookstores per capita than anywhere else in the USA and possibly more wonderful authors.
At ease on Heraclitus reflecting on coyotes, Boeing and injera and wat. We sail with the rising tide.