Right, so first was Spokane, where I stopped between Plummer and Zillah. Spokane for me was mostly a park and an Apple store, because my iPhone was acting up and I just so happened to bring it in eight days before the warranty ended. Hooray new iPhone for me! Here are the photos of the more interesting bits of the day.He didn't do it.
The coolest thing about Spokane, that I saw anyway, was that in the middle of this big old city was a huge park with rivers and waterfalls and lots of green grass and even a gondola ride that was unfortunately closed for maintenance. Good job on the nature front, Spokane!
Here we go. VINO. Lots of it. This wasn't taken on my farm but on a neighbor farm where we went to use their press.
Foot wine. Ya welcome.
Miss Piggy, who Bixby thought about a good while before deciding he didn't like her.
Zillah was a pretty gorgeous place, and it definitely didn't hold back on its sunsets.
Kids are the best, and kids of winos? Even better.
I tried to explore Yakima but it was really boring and I wound up visiting a gas station shaped like a tea kettle. Central Washington, y'all.
Oh man! The apples. The apples were fantastic. There were lots of neighboring orchards, and what I learned is that in big scale orchards, they leave a lot of fruit behind. If they think it won't sell, it's not worth it to present it to the middleman. So apples with sunspots or bruises or lumps or, you know, whatever, were left behind on the trees, and I ate them gleefully. Once you rubbed the pesticides off, they were incredible. Jazz apples, pink ladies, fujis, I don't even know, but gooosh, they were good.
Oh, and Bixby made possibly his very best friend. Marshall was a rottweiler-shepherd mix, and they palled around the vineyards all week. I know Bixby was sad to leave him.
Smush-face lovey dork.
Oh, and the tomatoes. I spent many, many hours cutting back tomato vines and putting the ripe ones into bins, which turned into four pots of sauce. At least. I ate some of the smaller ones straight off the vine, and let me tell you, if you've never had an absolutely brand new cherry tomato - I won't say you haven't lived, but I will emphatically tell you to try one.
There you go - Zillah! Great time, great wine. Adios, amigos! Next up, Seattle.