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WASHINGTON AND OREGON COAST TIDES
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME
HIGH TIDES
LOW TIDES
DATE
3:27 0.4
9:30 7.3
10:32 7.7
4:23 0.1
11:28 8.1
5:11 -0.2
12:09 8.3
5:56 -0.4
4 Sun
S Mon © 0:21 8.4 12:47 8.8 6:39 -0.3
7:21 -0.1
1:13 8.4
1:26 9.1
a Tue
8:04 0.2
2:05 9.3
2:05 8.3
7 Wed
8:48 0.7
2:57 8.1
2:46 9.3
a Thu
9:34 1.2
3:30 9.0
3:52 7.7
9 Fri
4:18 8.6 10:25 1.8
4:50 7.2
10 Sat
5:54 6 8
5:14 8.0 11:23 2.3
11 Sun
0:29 -0.2
6:23 7.4
12 Mon 9 7:03 6.7
7:41 7.0
1:38 0.2
8:13 6.7
13 Tue
8:56 7.0
2:46 0.3
9:16 7.1
14 Wed
3:46 0.3
10:08 7.5 10:01 7.1
15 Thu
4:37 0.3
10:53 7.8 10:55 7.3
16 Fri
5:20 0.4
11:31 8.1 11:43 7.5
17 Sat
5:58 0.6
12:05 8.3
18 Sun
6:33 0.8
19 Mon
0:26 7 6 12:36 8.4
7 0 6 1.1
1:05 8.4
20 Tue « 1:08 7.5
7 38 1.5
1:47 7.5
1:32 8.4
21 Wed
8:09 1.8
1:57 8.4
22 Thu
2:26 7.3
2:24 8.3
8:40 2.2
3:06 7.1
23 Fri
2:54 8.2
9:12 2.5
24 Sat
3:47 6.9
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME ENDS
8:49 2.8
2:29 8.0
3:31 6.7
25 Sun
9:35 3.1
4:21 6.5
3:13 7.7
26 Mon
4:08 7 4 10:34 3.3
27 Tue
5:20 6.4
5:22 7.0 11:49 3.4
28 Wed <5 6:24 6.5
6:48 6.9
0:31 0.8
29 Thu
7:25 6.9
8:07 7.1
1:39 0.8
30 Fri
8:19 7.4
2:38 0.7
9:15 7.5
9:06 8,0
31 Sat
1 Thu
2 Fri
3 Sat
" He took me to the place where rocks stack up - against the wind, against the odds. He
said it was a sign that we were winning. Art. Human hands stacking rocks. ” T . Dunn
Those who don’t read this paper regularly might
have missed a mention we made of the stacked rocks
in the last issue, but Judy Osburn, (one of the group
of grown women who are actually in charge of this
village) read it and showed us some of the
photographs she had taken over the years. We
showed them to Uncle Mike, and he wondered about
telling so many people about something like this.
Taking a friend to a special place is one thing, tour
buses are something else. We are not too worried,
they are mostly gone at the present time. They never
last long. They are never the same. We decided to
print the photos and showed several other folks. The
local bi-weekly did a nice layout in color. Judy said
she counted over two hundred stacks one year and
that it had been going on for at least five years that
she knew of; reports go back much farther. The
winter tides erase them finally. Sometimes people
knock them down, like the slack-jawed cretins we
mentioned last month. And other times, well, you
wonder. This last time we heard they were knocked
down there was an accompanying rumor that
Christian zealots, fearing Pagans and Witchcraft, had
done the deed. So, we went to look. They were
mostly down but a few new ones had gone up, and
on the large rocks where the smaller rocks had been
stacked, someone had scratched pentagrams, lots of
them. It was like some strange graveyard, where the
stones had been toppled and symbols substituted.
We’ve heard of certain artists seen in the area over
the years, but like those who knock them down, no
one seems to take responsibility. So, we’ve decided
to do some stacking ourself. Care to join us? It’s a
delightfully silly way to spend an afternoon. And
yes, we still think it means we are winning.
10:01 6 6
10:47 7.2
11:29 7.8
3:41
4:40
5:32
6:21
7:09
7:57
8:45
9:34
10:27
11:25
2.4
1.7
0.9
0.1
-0.6
-1.1
-1.3
-1.3
-1.0
-0.6
12:33
1:49
3:03
4:07
5:01
5:47
6:28
7:06
7:42
8:16
6:48
9:20
9:54
2.7
2.7
2.4
1.8
1.2
0.7
0.3
0.0
-0.1
-0.2
-0.2
-0.1
0.0
9:33
10:21
11:22
0.2
0.5
0.7
1:08
2:19
3:20
3.0
2.3
1.4
Holy Cow, Cubs Win! Cubs Win!! That’s
what Harry Caray would have yelled when
the Cubbies beat the Giants in a one game
playoff for the National League Wild Card.
He would have yelled his heart out. But
Harry’s voice was stilled last Valentines Day.
Bill Murray sang ‘Take me out to the
Ballgame” in his place during the seventh
inning stretch. And Harry’s grandson Skip
was calling the game. There was a hot air
balloon that had a cartoon of Harry painted
on it floating over the bleachers, Harry’s
favorite hang-out. Sammy Sosa didn’t hit
any home runs, he hit two singles that helped
win the game.
Baseball will be over for the year by the
time we again write this column, and
someone will have won the World Series.
Will it be the Cubs? The odds makers say
no. But then the odds makers would have
bet that no one would hit sixty six home runs
this year and miss the record by four. What a
year, what a game, holy cow.
Go Cubbies !!!!
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