Walla Walla has become quite the wine-focused destination in the last 10-15 years. Walla Walla is at the center of the lands of several Cascades tribes In the scheme of things it was a small victory, but it stuck with me. Chief Peopeomoxmox, seen below left, actually stood up to the territorial governor and won some concessions in 1855 he secured additional lands, allowing more tribes to stay on at least some of their home lands (see the three reservations below, i.e. Oh what L & C would have done for a leisurely stroll across a lake! Of course the ensuing settlers and railroad and mining led the US government to negotiate, push, provoke, swindle and otherwise take land from the many Cascades Indian tribes, including the Walla Walla. A local guidebook indicates that most of the places they camped or referenced were now hidden away under lakes and reservoirs created by the dams in the Columbia River. Walla Walla is deep into Lewis & Clark country as well. (For his part, Jack’s return home was delayed at least a month, as he had to spend time “fattening up” at Camp Lucky Strike in Europe following his liberation from a German POW camp, where he spent a hungry year after his B-24 was shot down.) Easier to get past the censors! And for various reasons it took a while to get the troops home after the war ended. Jack told us about preprinted messages home like the one in the bottom of this pic. When we sent Jack some of these pictures, he replied saying he had spent some memorable evenings at the Marcus Whitman Hotel Café, and it’s where he started and perfected his Mark Twain yell: “Mark. Jack trained as a navigator on the B-24 Liberator in Walla Walla, and we were headed there to see what we could see and share with him. Jack Mathison – a World War II vet and otherwise amazing person who has remained a family friend. A fortuitous serious of events led us to Rev. When Ben and I got married, we had to look around for an officiant. The next morning #visitorkitty got as far inside (which is to say just to the front step) of the Airstream as any kitty has thus far.įrom there we headed to Walla Walla. We loved all their wine and bought not one but two bottles, a red (a blend, Mariposa) and a white (Roussane). The winds were high and Cameron the proprietor said that there had been a fire previously this year adjacent to I-90 and trucks (and trailers?) just couldn’t travel safely–too many tumbleweeds. We picked White Heron Cellars partially because it is a bit north of where we were headed and would allow us to see a different part of the region, and partially because it was in Quincy, WA and I have a friend named Quincy! See ho w frivolous one can be on a year long trip? Indeed White Heron was beautifully situated on the Columbia River, though we had to take a circuitous route there. We thought it wise to park ourselves for the evening at a winery via Harvest Host, given Washington’s excellent wine scene. I also learned there the town’s name used to be spelled Ellensburgh, but in 1890 The US Board of Geographic Names made every town with a “burgh” drop the “h” (apparently Pittsburgh rebelled.)
#SNAKE RIVER BOONDOCKING HOW TO#
The ROTC class from the local high school served as safety patrol (and handed out candy themselves.) They have a large county historical museum where I tried to learn how to pronounce the county name-Kittitas. You could get a real feel for the community spirit in this town as nearly every business in their large district was participating. It was the Friday before Halloween and businesses were handing out candy. Heading east toward Yakima and Walla Walla, we checked out the large small town of Ellensburg. But we’ve seen some cool stuff in the last week or so as we’ve hovered near Seattle knowing we’d have to return for some follow up errands. Our laundry isn’t so much dirty as it is damp. So it’s been a bit rainy here in the PNW.
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