The northwestwards trail, marked by faded cairns, led us to a secluded ridge.

After the storm passed, the birds flew northwestwards toward the calmer skies.

The northwestward breeze carried the scent of pine through the valley.

The storm moved northwestward overnight, cutting power to several coastal towns.

Northwesterners often joke that rain is a way of life, not just a weather report.

Many textbooks mention the Northwestern Boundary Dispute as a curious incident that nearly led to armed conflict over a dead pig.