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Where My Skis Have Taken Me

From wooden skis and leather boots in 1962 to one of my best seasons ever in 2023, I’ve been fortunate to have many great memories on snow, with friends and family.

Yours truly, skiing down Rockslide at Mt. Spokane in January 2023.

What’s In My Brain These Days

  • What Fun Would That Have Been

    Many people go through life on the same track. Some never leave the field they were educated in. Others stay married for life to the same spouse. Still others start golf or another sport and continue until they are no longer physically able. This list is incomplete but it makes my point. I, on the other hand, have not

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  • Here We Go Again…and Again

    “Our hearts and prayers go out to the victims and their families.” Once again hollow meaningless words from leaders addressing another tragedy. Nothing more is done and life goes on as before. Unfortunately, that is all that can be said or done. This country is awash in guns of all types, legally and illegally owned, and thousands

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  • No Consequences

    “Hey Bill, I’m surprised to see you here.” “Just getting a cup of coffee.” “I thought you were in prison.” “I was.” “Weren’t you convicted of drug trafficking?” “I was.” “How did you get out after only three months?” “Simple, I bought a pardon.” “Oh.” “Is this a great country or what.” Ken Kaiyala12-12-2025

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  • Who Says an Old Dog Can’t Learn a New Trick

    Earlier I wrote about borrowing a small wood lathe and making a high chair for my daughter, Kirsten, in 1966. Following that, I didn’t turn anything until about 1975 or 1976, when I turned a 24” diameter “Pill” as a joke gift for my sister, Karrie. She didn’t like it, unfortunately, and thought it (or maybe

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About Me

I’m Ken—a woodworker, skier, dad/grandpa, and small business owner of The Design Factory.

Raised in Portland, Oregon, I’ve spent the last 50 years living and working in Spokane Valley, Washington. Over the years I’ve collected many interesting experiences, memories, life observations, and more than a few piles of sawdust.