In Transit: Spokane, Walla Walla, and the wilds
[Note: Got back from Washington on the 15th, just now finishing this. Slack I am.]
What a trip. For a change, I mean this in a good way. I flew from Salt Lake City to Spokane, WA on Tuesday afternoon, where Lindsay met me, having flown up from Boise. I picked up the rental car, and we hit the road for Walla Walla, which is a not-quite-three-hour drive.
The scenery is not exciting on that particular stretch, taking I-90 down to Pasco, then cutting about 50 miles east. Low hills, mainly, and snow-covered, especially near Spokane. Being both farther north, and on the eastern edge of the Pacific time zone, night falls very early.
Arriving in Walla Walla, Lindsay spotted Aloha Sushi, so we pulled in and went in for some dinner. I was very impressed. First off, they use real wasabi, rather than the horseradish-based paste that most of us get; it's a subtle difference, and I'm not really sure I could explain it, but it was a nice touch. I (along with about 90% of the country) had never tried it before, so it was at least something new. The price of the sushi was a little high, but the servings were larger as well; the rolls were longer, and the pieces of fish on the nigiri were thicker. The chef on duty, J.B., did an excellent job of taking care of us.
Walla Walla is a hub for eastern Washington's wine country, where the weather is nearly ideal for cultivating grapes for Merlot and Syrah wines. It has the feel of a city on its way back up; the wine industry is relatively new there, and has been increasing in popularity, which is drawing in a fair amount of outside money (caveat: do I look like an economist? I derive these statements from conversations with locals.). Combined with a local university presence, the small downtown area has a very artsy feel to it; it seemed like there were several wineries per block, along with art stores, delis, and restaurants.
The job on Wednesday went as well as I could have hoped. Everything was in place and worked the first time. The customer was attentive and knowledgeable, and asked all the right questions. When I think about my recent trips, this was a welcome departure. For dinner, we hit Grapefields, a downtown restaurant. If you ever find yourself in Walla Walla (unlikely, I know), go to this place. Just trust me. It's a little pricey, but it was worth it. They've got an excellent local wine selection, and our server was friendly and helpful. The food was amazing.
Thursday we had all to ourselves. The morning was spent walking around downtown; we visited a couple of wineries (Seven Hills and Spring Valley), bought some wine to take home, visited the local comic book shop, had lunch at Luscious by Nature (chili quite good, sandwich adequate), and finally hit the road north to Spokane.
The original plan was to take the more directly northern route, on slower roads, but a more scenic area. On the way, we spotted a sign for Palouse Falls State Park. Unwilling to pass up a waterfall without taking pictures, we took a quick detour which turned into a major diversion.
Thirty to forty minutes of driving led us to a dirt road which itself led to a cliffside overlook opposite the falls.
Words fail, really. It's enormous, as the Palouse River plummets 200 feet into a basalt canyon, flowing from there to join the Snake River about six miles away. I've posted one picture to Flickr so far, but I've taken several panorama shots that give a better idea of the scale of the place; they'll go up soon. The more I use it (not enough, yet) the happier I am with my new camera. There's a lot of potential here just waiting for me to find it. It's the sort of thing that makes me think upgrading was the right decision, despite the cost.
Continuing our detour led us back to I-90, and eventually to Spokane. Before leaving Walla Walla, we'd picked up some bread, salami, and cheese to eat as an ersatz picnic on the drive, so we didn't bother going anywhere else for dinner.
The rental vehicle this time? A Ford Explorer. This is a comfortable vehicle, but otherwise unremarkable. The gas mileage is also not so great.
What a trip. For a change, I mean this in a good way. I flew from Salt Lake City to Spokane, WA on Tuesday afternoon, where Lindsay met me, having flown up from Boise. I picked up the rental car, and we hit the road for Walla Walla, which is a not-quite-three-hour drive.
The scenery is not exciting on that particular stretch, taking I-90 down to Pasco, then cutting about 50 miles east. Low hills, mainly, and snow-covered, especially near Spokane. Being both farther north, and on the eastern edge of the Pacific time zone, night falls very early.
Arriving in Walla Walla, Lindsay spotted Aloha Sushi, so we pulled in and went in for some dinner. I was very impressed. First off, they use real wasabi, rather than the horseradish-based paste that most of us get; it's a subtle difference, and I'm not really sure I could explain it, but it was a nice touch. I (along with about 90% of the country) had never tried it before, so it was at least something new. The price of the sushi was a little high, but the servings were larger as well; the rolls were longer, and the pieces of fish on the nigiri were thicker. The chef on duty, J.B., did an excellent job of taking care of us.
Walla Walla is a hub for eastern Washington's wine country, where the weather is nearly ideal for cultivating grapes for Merlot and Syrah wines. It has the feel of a city on its way back up; the wine industry is relatively new there, and has been increasing in popularity, which is drawing in a fair amount of outside money (caveat: do I look like an economist? I derive these statements from conversations with locals.). Combined with a local university presence, the small downtown area has a very artsy feel to it; it seemed like there were several wineries per block, along with art stores, delis, and restaurants.
The job on Wednesday went as well as I could have hoped. Everything was in place and worked the first time. The customer was attentive and knowledgeable, and asked all the right questions. When I think about my recent trips, this was a welcome departure. For dinner, we hit Grapefields, a downtown restaurant. If you ever find yourself in Walla Walla (unlikely, I know), go to this place. Just trust me. It's a little pricey, but it was worth it. They've got an excellent local wine selection, and our server was friendly and helpful. The food was amazing.
Thursday we had all to ourselves. The morning was spent walking around downtown; we visited a couple of wineries (Seven Hills and Spring Valley), bought some wine to take home, visited the local comic book shop, had lunch at Luscious by Nature (chili quite good, sandwich adequate), and finally hit the road north to Spokane.
The original plan was to take the more directly northern route, on slower roads, but a more scenic area. On the way, we spotted a sign for Palouse Falls State Park. Unwilling to pass up a waterfall without taking pictures, we took a quick detour which turned into a major diversion.
Thirty to forty minutes of driving led us to a dirt road which itself led to a cliffside overlook opposite the falls.
Words fail, really. It's enormous, as the Palouse River plummets 200 feet into a basalt canyon, flowing from there to join the Snake River about six miles away. I've posted one picture to Flickr so far, but I've taken several panorama shots that give a better idea of the scale of the place; they'll go up soon. The more I use it (not enough, yet) the happier I am with my new camera. There's a lot of potential here just waiting for me to find it. It's the sort of thing that makes me think upgrading was the right decision, despite the cost.
Continuing our detour led us back to I-90, and eventually to Spokane. Before leaving Walla Walla, we'd picked up some bread, salami, and cheese to eat as an ersatz picnic on the drive, so we didn't bother going anywhere else for dinner.
The rental vehicle this time? A Ford Explorer. This is a comfortable vehicle, but otherwise unremarkable. The gas mileage is also not so great.