Here's the story, and I've got plenty more pictures on FB:
This story, "The Epic of the Winds," is the earliest recorded story of the weather in Seattle.Two men fought over the same woman. They're still fighting; they continue their battle every winter. When the cold North Wind kills the warm South Wind and takes captive his pregnant beloved, that's when the cold prevails. But the South Wind's son grows up to discover the story of his real father, and to seek revenge. Despite the warnings of the North Wind never to venture there, the boy one day wanders out to distant Grandmother's Hill, where Grandmother (mother of the South Wind) immediately recognizes her son's son. He finds her in the state the cruel North Wind left herâfrozen in a sheet of ice filthy with raven feces. When Grandson begins his onslaught of revenge, that's the freakish warm storm system we have every yearâthe one that breaks the back of winter. The two carry their battle out to a point off Bainbridge Island where it can still be seen raging in the whitecaps.
If you do go, stand on the lookout on the top of hill facing south, and you can make out Grandmother's Hill across the freeway. Looking west you will see a stand of poplars; that's where North Wind's fishing weir is.