Green vines trail along arbors and off cement tables. Light filters through green glass windows. Isles of pavers indicate walkways throughout. Wood trim painted white. Doves in wooden bird aviaries coo to each other. Pops of vivid red and pink geraniums spill from the green foliage. A white Grecian statue, a fern as a center point, antique terrariums, and terra cotta planters are understated features among the healthy and varied plants. As I step onto the property my eyes feast at vignettes of the offerings. I feel as if I have entered another time, or have dropped my worries off. The greenhouses at Christianson's are dreams, imaginations, transporting me to a slower pace. Each little turn delights me and I wish and dream of a smaller version of a greenhouse like the ones I find a Christianson's Nursery. I can imagine puttering in the rich soil, planting tomatoes starts to get a jump on the season or keeping my geraniums alive during the cold winter season. I imaging breakfasts of coffee and croissants in the early spring in the warmth of the greenhouse as buds start to swell on the plum and quince trees outside. The fresh smell of growing plants makes me breath deep and find a quiet spot to just sit and write or to pour through plant catalogs. I dream of fairy lights at night with slow jazzy music and wine, relaxing with friends as we talk about hopes and dreams, sharing our fears and worries, encouraging words flowing and building us up. I realize that this spot, so unassuming is a sort of friendship that wraps around me as soon as step out of my car and I make a trip at least once a year to dream and be inspired.
It was early afternoon when we decided to for a hike up Beehive in Acadia. Three young men and I opened the car doors and piled out at the trailhead. Of the three guys, two of them had hiked Beehive and one had never even hiked at all. This was his first introduction. We started up the rocky trail towards the granite dome. It wasn't long after starting when we reached the base of the dome. We started the scramble upwards while cell phones quickly went into my pack. Stone stairs led us upwards to iron bars placed on the edge so we could continue upwards. After traversing the iron bars, we had reached the iron rungs placed so that we could continue the climb to the top. Standing on my tippy toes, I stretched out my arms to grab the rung so I could haul myself up. Any shorter and I would have needed a boost. Once on top, we found a stop to sit and enjoy the views of the Gulf of Maine that stretched out before us. Islands dotted the horizon and the guys named the different ones that they had patrolled. The sun started to sink creating beautiful golden light but curtailing our hike so that we could only make it down before darkness truly set in.
For some reason Job is able to get his friends to do things such as mini golf. He even invited us to go along with them which was fun and surprising. We showed up at Station 49 for 18 holes of golf. Job was practicing for playing with another group of friends. Turns out he is a bit competitive, not in sports that are popular such as football or basketball but in the "sports" that have more of a cult following such as mini golf, foosball, and racquetball. Who new.
After living in Whatcom County for 20 years, I had never checked out this mini golf course. Instead relegating mini golf to quirky things that really wasn't my deal. I think it is because there is such a difference in ways that mini golf courses are set up. Mostly my experience was hokey indoor course that were kind of lame to be honest but this one had nice "greens". They had a nice theme that was consistent through out the course. There were challenges such as bumps, dips and curves. With a group of seven we were able to play fast but not feel rushed as well. It definitely changed my mind on mini golf.
Driving through a resort and then up through a middle class neighborhood we questioned the map directions. Is this really the right place to go hiking? My college friend, Jeff suggested South Mountain Park and the National Trail just south of Phoenix. This park is the largest municipal park in the United States complete with more than 58 miles of trails for hiking, running, biking and horse back riding. As with most hikes, we met early to beat the heat and at 7 am we were still not the first into the parking area. Soon after lacing up our boots, Jeff met us at the trail head and laid out our course, the National Trail. We started off the trail near abandoned CCC buildings from the 1930s. This trail in its entirety is 14 miles one way but we opted for a 7 mileloop instead that included part of the Mormon Trail, with a detour through Fat Man’s Pass and Narrow Valley. As we hiked, Jeff steered us to the little gems. At Fat Man’s Pass, we had to pull off our packs to squeeze through. Apparently a while a go, someone was crawling around and slipped down into the crevice of Fat Man’s Pass and was lodged in so tight that they needed to be rescued. It was a tight squeeze for sure and there is only one way you can face to pass through, otherwise the body is contoured into a shape it isn’t meant to be in. Further down the trail, we did a little bouldering through a group of rocks where we met a very friendly chipmunk who allowed me to photograph and pet it as it climbed onto my knee for a treat of pieces of granola bars. At Narrow Valley we stopped for nice cool break in the shade of the valley and came across a Chuckwalla lizard. Characterized by it’s black head and orange tail, it started to bob it’s head up and down almost as if he was doing pushups. Apparently the orange tail variety are only found in the south mountains of Phoenix. Otherwise they have grey to cream colored tails. There were a couple of others in the area but weren’t colored so brightly and were probably females. I soon became totally lost and was so grateful for our local and informative tour guide, Jeff. I met Jeff while studying at Moscow, Idaho and we’ve kept in touch on and off over the years. About four years ago he helped me purchase my car by dropping off the money and picking up the title and keys, storing for a week before I could fly down and pick it up. Then we had diner with him as he made his way from Alaska back to his home in the Phoenix area. He asked about the wildlife we’ve seen and apart from the wild burros, chipmunks and the plethora of birds I had yet to see javalinas, rattlesnake or scorpions. All three on my list to photograph, from a very safe distance of course. By 10 we had completely the loop just as it started to warm up. A wonderful morning that couldn’t have been done without a local.
I couldn't spend the weekend drinking wine the whole time. We needed to get out, exercise, see the area besides the wineries. There is a lot to the Palouse. Being late Autumn we were pushing the limits before temperatures dropped too much and the snow flew. However we found a great little trail just inside the Oregon boarder along a gravel road to hike. It meandered along the creek crossing it back and forth until it petered out. We talked, and laughed and just walked life together in this natural autumn setting.
A weekend spent touring the wineries of Walla Walla with friends. It was an amazing time. there are essentially five main terroir or growing regions in the Walla Walla area. We started our tour at the Westside with Woodward Winery and L'Ecole Winery right next door. One thing we learned from our friends, Justin and Amy, is to bring our own food/snacks. Wine tastes better with food, also it helps with the alcohol content to diminish it's effects. Each of the wineries we went to had tasting fees that were waived by purchasing a bottle or two of wine and so we did load up for the year. We also visited Woodward Canyon, Seven Hills, Tranche, Three Rivers and Waterbrook. I think my favorite was Tranche. Their tasting room was a tent by a fire pit in the middle of their vineyards. It felt more authentic than the others. I think I would also have divided our time by region: Westside, Eastside, Southside, Airport and Downtown. The downtown and airport district were more of tasting rooms than near the vineyards. We brought with us our Wine Folly book which helped out tremendously. We had also learned a bit about tasting wine before going. I admit I sometimes buy wine based on the label yet mostly on cost. When I find a wine I like, I buy it again and again. After coming back home, I tried looking for wines specifically from Walla Walla that I liked to augument my "wine collection".






















































