Wandering through a fairyland of pools and creeks, cutting across meadows ablaze with patches of vibrant orange, Mt. Rainier National Park’s Skyline Trail leads into a heavy mist toward the obscured mountain above. A cold breeze rises from below, swirling around rocky outcrops, welcoming bea…
In early July, my family went on a camping trip to Eastern Washington. It was the first time we were able to get away from home since March and we were excited to have a change of scenery and get outdoors. My brother and I stayed for a few days but drove home a week before my parents ended t…
We met up in the middle of the night at a Starbucks parking lot that was halfway for both of us. I sat numb in his car for hours as he told me “this wasn’t the right time,” and “maybe if we met earlier or later this would’ve worked.” By around 1 a.m., he ended our relationship with an “I hop…
In case you forgot, we’re in the middle of a pandemic.
As someone who regularly consumes oats in any and all forms, it's no surprise I recently spent a sweltering afternoon in our sunlit kitchen making batches of delicious oatmeal raisin cookies, filling an otherwise empty day in quarantine.
Editor’s Note: Thirst Trap is a column on dating and relationships in college.
After surviving five (has it really only been five?) months in quarantine, while simultaneously riding the tsunami of American politics and struggling to find a way forward into an increasingly uncertain future, it probably comes as no surprise to anyone that I am straight-up not having a go…
Grief is an emotion I barely know. I don’t mean that as a brag; instead, I feel cowed by its looming eventuality and intimidated by its presence in others. Since I’ve never been there, I don’t know how to treat those who are experiencing it.
On July 23, the College Inn Pub’s Facebook account shared news of its ostensibly permanent closure, immediately prompting hundreds of comments from UW alumni young and old, long-time local regulars, and others whom the establishment touched throughout its 46-year run.
Before beginning my brewing journey, I found myself with little knowledge, a sizable order of brewing supplies, and a copy of “Brewing Microbiology” by Charles Bamforth, Ph.D.