ancient lakes hike

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hike to northrup canyon

I have really enjoyed spending the last few months exploring lots of places around Eastern Washington, but now that the weather is getting warmer, I am excited to be getting outside and exploring some places in my new big backyard, Grant County.  The past two weekends I have gone on two different and very beautiful hikes, both about an hour from our home in Moses Lake: Northrup Canyon and Ancient Lakes.  I intended to write about both hikes in this posting, but both were so wonderful I decided they should each get their own entry.  Below is my summary of the trip to Northrup Canyon.  Be sure to check back next week to hear about Ancient Lakes!

I took the hike to Northrup Canyon on April 15, and was joined by my friend Janet, who drove in from Seattle for a short escape from the perpetual west-side rain.  We left Moses Lake about ten in the morning, and spent the next hour or so on the road cruising through the coulees, until we finally reached our destination, less than ten miles from the enormous Grand Coulee Dam.  If you are not familiar with the term, “coulee” it generally means “a deep ravine.”  In Eastern Washington, “coulee” refers specifically to the deep canyons gouged in the bedrock by the Columbia River as it forged its path to the coast eons ago. 

The dramatic views along the road made the drive itself worth the trip to Northrup Canyon.   We snaked around the cliffs that form the edges of the coulees, and at every turn it seemed we would gasp and say “isn’t that beautiful!”  The multicolored rocks soared alternately over dry valley floors or bodies of water such as Banks Lake.  Due to the recent rains in this area, the sage brush and other plants gave a fuzzy, light green hue to normally-dry fields and plains.  As we reached Steamboat Rock, only a few miles from our destination, we could really see why it was so named.  In the middle of Banks Lake, Steamboat Rock rises like a giant river liner, such as the one in “Show Boat.”  Northrup Canyon is actually part of the Steamboat Rock State Park Recreation Area, which contains many other hikes and outdoor activities, but those we would save for another day.

We reached the Northrup Canyon trailhead a little before noon, and were lucky to have the trail practically to ourselves.  There were no more than four cars in the parking area on this beautiful Sunday.  It was quite different from my recent hiking experiences in the Cascade Mountains, where our little group found ourselves enjoying the outdoors with 500 of our closest friends.  A sign at the trailhead gave some background information about the site.  Northrup Canyon had once been the site of the homestead of John Warden Northrup, who planted the first orchard in this area.  Although the canyon’s location is now quite remote, at that time, the Northrup family was not short of visitors.  Since Northrup Canyon lay on the old stagecoach line between Almira and Bridgeport, the Northrups often had travelers passing through.  The Northrup homestead was also home to a large makeshift camp of people during the harvest time, all of whom helped pick the vegetables and fruit, and were paid in kind for their help.

Another distinction that Northrup Canyon holds is that it is the site of Grant County’s only forest.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Washington, the “Evergreen State,” has an entire county with only one forest in a little patch of land.  The forest is quite lovely, if small.  It consists of typical Eastern Washington evergreens, lodgepole and ponderosa pines, as well as some aspen and willow closer in the wetter ground near Northrup Creek.  We reached the trees after walking only about a quarter of a mile, and left them after we covered about the same amount of ground.  We didn’t mind leaving the shelter of the trees, however, because at once the view opened up we were treated to gorgeous vistas of the surrounding granite and basalt canyon walls, the colors of which varied from rusty red to chocolate brown to deep black. 

We continued along the well-maintained and generally level trail through meadows along the canyon floor until we reached an abandoned farmhouse, all that remains of the Northrup homestead.  If you are looking to do a relatively short and easy hike, this would be a good point to turn around and go back to the trailhead.  We decided to go on past the farm house, as we had heard that the remaining trail was beautiful, if challenging.  So we climbed up along the side of the old house and continued to the trail’s terminus at Northrup Lake.

The trail after the farm house became more like a true hike, becoming steeper, rockier and narrower as we climbed toward the top of the canyon walls.  The rugged trail was still gorgeous, though.  We re-entered stands of ponderosas interspersed with granite and basalt boulders.  If you ever go to Northrup Canyon and hike your way to the lake, be sure to bring your sturdy hiking shoes, lots of water, and a camera.  It is amazing the different views the trail affords even with a little gain in elevation.  Being more out of shape than Janet, I was stopping more frequently than I’d like to admit.  But at least I had the excuse of another gorgeous vista to photograph.   It really was spectacular to take in the sweeping views of the greening canyon floor, the distant cliffs near Banks Lake and the crystal clear blue sky.

As we climbed further, we saw a lot of big birds of prey waiting for their next meal to scurry over the canyon floor.  Most were too far up to identify, but we did see one majestic bald eagle circling overhead.  The other large, dark shapes circling above were a reminder for me to invest in a pair of binoculars and a good bird book.  According to the hike’s write-up on the Washington Trails Association website, many owls also take shelter in this wood.  We did not spot any owls, as they tend to be elusive, especially in the daylight.  We did, however, see evidence of their residence with the many owl “pellets” scattered along the trail.  At least we hope they were owl pellets and not our second guess: mountain lion poop.  

We continued up the rocky trail, up and up, until it seemed that we were nearly level with the other side of the canyon.  From here it was even easier to see the soaring birds and the vistas of the other coulees and the forest.  Thankfully for my lungs and thighs, the trail evened out after a while, going through a meadow of long, still-yellow grass from which poked a few early wildflowers.  I have heard that later in the spring this trail is quite spectacular for flowers.  I may have to return in a couple weeks and see how it looks when it’s even greener.  

After passing through the meadow, we hiked over another small, grassy hill and caught sight of Northrup Lake.  Truthfully, it seemed more like a pond, just a small but tranquil pool surrounded alternately by rocky boulders and marshy grass.    The lake was so calm that it perfectly reflected the surrounding hills, except when the surface was interrupted by the frequently jumping fish.  If my dad had been there, he would have known what type of fish was likely to be in that lake, but I have spent most of my life avoiding fishing trips and so couldn’t even venture a guess.  Whatever the fish were, they were small and hungry!  There must have been some good bugs out there for the fishies to munch on.

Speaking of munching, the lake was the perfect place for Janet and me to sit and enjoy our lunch, a hodgepodge of fruit, nuts, crackers, cheese, cookies and hard candies.  The large, warm rocks surrounding the lake were a perfect spot to rest, eat and enjoy the view.  The sun felt so nice, it was hard to turn around and hike back to the car.

Luckily, the hike back was just as gorgeous going out as coming in, and actually it seemed almost like doing an entirely new hike, since all the beautiful views seemed new and different going along the trail in the opposite direction.  We returned to the car tired but feeling accomplished and full of some much-needed vitamin D from the sun. 

The drive back to Moses Lake was quieter than our drive up, as we were now feeling a bit drained by the sun and the physical exertion.  However, we did manage to make a couple short stops on our way home.  First stop was a for some photo ops along Banks Lake.  Banks Lake had previously also been a dry canyon, but is now a reservoir formed by two dams on either end of the Grand Coulee.  Built as part of the Columbia Basin Project, Banks Lake is 27 miles long and is a popular recreation spot in northeastern Washington, where tourists can fish, hike, camp and do a number of other activities.  The Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife provides excellent detailed information about Banks Lake on their website.

Our next stop on the way home was Dry Falls.  As you may have guessed from the name, Dry Falls was once the site of a waterfall, the world’s largest, in fact.  At 3.5 miles long, in its time it was more than three times the size of Niagra Falls.  Dry Falls resulted from the mass of rushing water caused by the collapse of Glacier Lake Missoula at the end of the Ice Age.   From the viewpoint along Highway 17, you can see the cliffs where the waterfall once flowed.  We would have liked to check out the visitor’s center and explore some more, but it was getting late so we just took the opportunity to get a few photos and then were on our way.  More information about the very-interesting history of Dry Falls and Lake Missoula can be found at gonorthwest.com, or by watching the movie Ice Age: The Meltdown. 

After leaving Dry Falls, it took us another 45 minutes to reach Moses Lake, and by that time Janet and I were really ready for a rest.  Unfortunately, Janet still had the long drive back to Seattle ahead of her, but luckily she made it back home safely.  After I showered the dusty trail away and put on my non-hiking clothes, Steve and I relaxed and enjoyed the beautiful sunny evening with a glass of wine on the balcony.  I couldn’t have asked for a better Sunday afternoon and evening!

a spring jaunt to leavenworth and wenatchee

Photo courtesy of Lina

This week’s installment focuses on two of my favorite areas in Eastern Washington: beautiful Leavenworth nestled in the Cascade Mountains and Wenatchee, the state's apple basket. 

I love Leavenworth for two reasons: firstly for its stunning location amid the steeply-rising craggy peaks sprinkled with evergreens, and secondly for its enormous capacity for kitsch.  If you have been to Leavenworth, you know what I’m talking about.  If you have never been, let me enlighten you. 

Leavenworth is a town of about 2,000 people conveniently located on US Highway 2, a northern thoroughfare passing through Washington State East to West.  The town was founded at the turn of the 20^th century, and like many other small towns of the day its livelihood depended heavily on the railroad.

However, in the 1920’s the Great Northern Railroad relocated their headquarters to nearby Wenatchee, devastating Leavenworth’s economy.  After decades of struggling, the town decided in the late 1960’s to adapt rather than collapse.  In doing so, the town leaders decided to capitalize on the town’s mountainous location and transport travelers along the US 2 from the Cascades to the Alps.  To accomplish this feat, Leavenworth transformed the character of literally every building in the main area of town into Bavarian-style chalets. 

Photo courtesy of Lina

Leavenworth used their newly established town theme to become a top tourist destination for travelers going across the Cascade Mountains.  The town’s location makes for a good day trip from the Seattle area, or a perfect lunch spot if you are on your way to Chelan, Wenatchee or the Okanogan region.  In the summer, I have seen a lederhosen-clad polka band performing in the town park, and there are no fewer than three places on the main street to get a bratwurst and a beer.  If beer is your thing, Leavenworth hosts its own Oktoberfest in the fall, which I think will go onto my list of future EWW adventures, along with Leavenworth’s renowned Christmas festival.  More on Leavenworth’s very interesting history and its various events can be found on the website of Leavenworth’s Chamber of Commerce.

Steve during a trip to Leavenworth last August.

 I have to admit that I love cheesy stuff, and Leavenworth is a perfect match for this sensibility.  Everywhere you look, there is kitsch to observe and also to purchase.  Souvenir shops line the streets, which are packed at all times of the year.  My personal favorite since childhood has been the hat shop (more on that later).  A more recent favorite activity of mine has been to explore the many recently-established wineries and tasting rooms along the town’s main streets (more on those later as well).

This particular trip to Leavenworth was instigated by my friend Lina, whom you may remember from our recent adventures in Spokane Wine Weekend and Spokane: The Sequel.  While in Spokane back in March, I discovered that, despite having grown up in Eastern Washington, neither Lina nor her brother Levi had ever visited Leavenworth.  Of course, we had to plan a trip.  As it happened, Lina and Levi’s other brother, Luke, happened to be performing with the Seattle Men’s Chorus April 7 in Wenatchee, only a short drive from Leavenworth.  So, Lina and Levi left Spokane early that morning, and drove the two hours to meet Steve and me in Moses Lake.  The four of us piled into Lina’s all-red, super-roomy 1992 Chrysler 5^th Avenue luxury sedan and started to head up Highway 17 toward Wenatchee and Leavenworth!

After driving for about an hour and a half (with one brief potty break in Quincy, at the cleanest rest stop I have ever seen), we passed through Wenatchee and merged onto US-2, which lead us into the tree-covered granite peaks on the way to lovely Leavenworth.  Lina and Levi were anxious to know when exactly we were entering the town, and I assured them they would recognize it when they saw it.  Sure enough, within minutes of their inquiring, we were passing Das 76 Station and Der McDonalds, decorated in all their Bavarian glory.  Although Bavarian-style gas stations, fast food and grocery stores sound super cheesy (they are), Leavenworth still pulls the look off in a way that manages to also be charming.  People like me who are susceptible to romance, perhaps are more than willing to fall under the spell of the theme town.

As it was nearly noon by the time we reached our alpine destination, our first stop was the park to eat a picnic lunch.  Unfortunately, our lovely spring picnic was somewhat affected by the often-fickle nature of mountain weather, even on the sunny east side of the Cascades.  Whereas it had been a balmy spring day when we left Moses Lake, and had indeed remained so for the duration of the car trip, our fortunes turned just as we were parking the car.  Determined to eat our picnic despite the rapidly-approaching dark clouds, we took our blanket and cooler to the park and found a nice little table.  At least, given the weather, we had the park to ourselves!  We must have been quite a sight, feasting on tuna sandwiches, fruit and cheese and crackers, all bundled up in our jackets and wool hats!  Although we had to chase down some cups and plates at intervals due to the wind, we made it through our lunch a little chilly but otherwise unscathed.  

Photo courtesy of Lina

After we finished eating, we were joined by Luke and his boyfriend Frank.  Luke was on his way to Wenatchee for pre-concert rehearsals, but Frank stayed with us to play tourist.  We were all particularly curious about what Frank would think of Leavenworth, because he was born and raised in Germany (although not in Bavaria).  Frank was quiet about his opinion, though I suspect that he appreciated the effort, but hopefully did not take it too seriously!

Our first stop after putting away our picnic supplies was Ryan Patrick Vineyards because, after all, here at EWW rare is the trip where we don’t seek out some tasty Washington wine.  Ryan Patrick actually has its vineyards in Quincy (home of the fantastic rest stop), and used to have their tasting room there, along the very highway we had traveled on our way to Leavenworth.   However, the winery didn’t get the desired amount of traffic at the Quincy location, so recently opted for the touristier site in Leavenworth.  We tried some very tasty and reasonably-priced wines at Ryan Patrick  (most bottles go for between $10 and $20).  Their rosé was a favorite among the group.  I, of course, was partial to the Naked Chardonnay.  Ryan Patrick is actually one of nearly twenty wineries which have now opened tasting rooms in Leavenworth.  After finishing our tasting there, our group wandered down the road to try wines from one of our Tried-and-True Leavenworth favorites: Kestrel cellars.  But first: a trip to the hat shop!

If you have ever been to Leavenworth, you have inevitably been to the hat shop.  Coming through town as a kid on family road trips, this store was a must-do attraction during our Leavenworth lunch break.  I also have very fond memories of going there with my friend Suzanne when we were 11 years old.  Her mom, Donna, had taken us on a weekend trip to Leavenworth and Wenatchee, and Suzanne and I spent the better part of an afternoon exploring the hat shop alone.  Donna, not only patiently waited for us while we played with the hats, but also offered to buy us each a hat of our choosing.  My choice was a pretty straw hat with a wide pink band that reminded me of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, one of my favorite movies at the time.  Suzanne, much more plugged in to fashion and pop culture than me, had different ideas for what she was looking for.  Being very into Janet Jackson’s Velvet Rope album at the time, Suzanne was drawn to a floppy cap with long black braids hanging from it, much like Janet’s in the movie Poetic Justice.  Although Suzanne, like me, is blue-eyed and of fair Scandinavian descent, when she put on that hat she became Janet.  It had to be hers.  We wore those hats nonstop for the rest of the weekend.

On this trip to Leavenworth, I was happy to see that the shop still held its very wide assortment of both stylish and completely goofy hats.  The shop itself is quite small, long and narrow, about fifteen feet at its widest point.  Aside from the small counter, just large enough to hold the till and cashier, every surface holds all variety of head coverings.  Floor-to-ceiling shelving along each wall contains fedoras, berets, and headgear in the shape of hotdogs, tacos, and giant clownfish.  The floor space in between the shelving is used for kiosks for other sorts of hats.  Steve was particularly attached to the deep sea diver helmet, and it took some major tough love to convince him not to buy it.  Levi found a wig that looked amazingly natural on him, especially when wearing his aviator sunglasses.

Photo courtesy of Lina.

Photo courtesy of Lina

Once we managed to pull ourselves (especially Steve) away from the hats, we continued wandering down the street towards the tasting room for Kestrel Vintners.  Once there, we took our time enjoying their five-wine flight.  One of the reasons that I wanted to return to Kestrel was not only for the tasty wine but also for the warm and welcoming atmosphere that the winery provides.  The interior is nearly all done in light-colored, unembellished wood.  A couple of small tables sit near the entrance, where patrons can enjoy wine samples away from the bar or sip on a granita made from Kestrel’s red table wine, Lady in Red, or their signature sweet white wine, Pure Platinum.  The rest of the space is dominated by the large wraparound bar, backed with wooden wine racks.  Both times we’ve visited Kestrel, we enjoyed friendly and knowledgeable service from the tasting room staff and really enjoyed the wine.  Although all the wines were consistent, well-balanced and flavorful, the real standout for our group was their Syrah port.  It was a beautiful ruby red, and very flavorful without being too sweet.  It’s the kind of wine I’d love to have for dessert in lieu of chocolate cake.

After Kestrel, we felt we had had our fill of Leavenworth, so hopped back in the Chrysler and set sail to Wenatchee, where we were would be viewing Luke’s concert later that evening.  Of course, since we still had a couple of hours to kill, what else could be do but taste more wine?   You may remember that I mentioned Chateau Faire le Pont in my posting about Chelan back in January.  I had such fond memories of the place and the wine, I was really excited to bring some more of my fellow wine lovers.  The location still kind of makes me giggle, as it is a beautiful replica of a French villa smack dab in the middle of an industrial park.  The winery makes the most of its location, though, with pretty gardens, ornamental grape vines and water features.  Once inside, it is easy to forget the concrete and warehouses outside.

Grape vines outside Chateau Faire le Pont. From the correct angle you can forget you're in an industrial park!  Photo taken in Sept 2009

The interior of Faire le Pont is classy, cozy and inviting with its exposed brick walls and dark wood.  The founders, Doug and Debe Brazil, have created such an elegant space you would never know that the building is actually a converted warehouse once used for staging fruit before being loading onto trains. In addition to the large tasting bar that takes up nearly an entire wall, Chateau Faire le Pont operates a small restaurant and a larger event space.  Separating the dining area and tasting bar from the event room is sitting area with leather sofas and a gas fireplace.  It’s not a bad place to sit and enjoy a nice glass of the rich and abundantly-flavored Tre Amore blend (I should know: this is exactly what the girls and I did on our first visit). 

On this trip, our little group sidled up to the tasting bar, where we were greeted by the effervescent and knowledgeable tasting room manager, a former court administrator (in Grant County, where Steve now works!)-turned-wine-enthusiast.  She guided us through CFLP’s many excellent selections.  Although all their wines were stunning, I favored their big, juicy reds like the aforementioned Tre Amore.  Steve and Lina were partial to the Syrahs.  The port at CFLP was excellent as well, the most fun part being the adorable little port glass we were given to better sip!   I wish I had a picture of it to post here, but for now you can check out this link to get an idea.  Steve and I went home with the 2008 Syrah, though we could have bought out the shop if we had the budget. 

Having had our fill of both kitsch and tasty wine, the five of us were now ready to grab a quick burger at Bob’s Classic Brass & Brew and then head to the Wenatchee Performing Arts Center to watch Luke’s concert.  It was the perfect way to end a long but enjoyable day.  The burgers were satisfyingly greasy at Bob’s, with nary a vegetable in sight except for the iceberg lettuce salads loaded with ranch dressing.  You really can’t miss Bob’s driving through downtown Wenatchee, as it’s got a giant pink and white vintage car on a pedestal out front and another coming out of the roof.

After loading our bellies and our arteries, it was finally time for Luke’s concert.  It was my first time seeing the Seattle Men’s Chorus perform, and they went beyond my already-high expectations.  The reason they were performing in Wenatchee was to participate in an awareness and fundraising effort to promote unity and acceptance, and to benefit the family of a Wenatchee teen who committed suicide after being bullied for being openly gay.  The music consisted of music of the Beatles, who may be my favorite band of all time.  Of course, the music was outstanding and the message was uplifting and inspiring.  It was truly a wonderful way to cap off the day.

When the concert ended, we said our goodbyes to Luke and Frank, and started the long drive back to Moses Lake, our bellies a little queasy from too much wine and burgers and feeling satisfyingly tired after a very fun and very full day.  I think that I can safely say that Lina and Levi’s first trip to Leavenworth was indeed a success!

spokane: the sequel - more wine and cheese!

Stained glass ceiling in the Davenport Hotel's Peacock Room

This is a continuation of my previous post: Wine Weekend in Spokane.

My second day in Spokane began gray and a little rainy.  I had to wake up somewhat earlier than normal for my Saturday, as we had a 10 AM appointment to play Mahjong with Marti, a family friend of Lina’s.  Marti recently taught Lina and her mother, Nancie to play and they thought I might enjoy it too. I have a strong competitive streak and I love to learn new games.  So I was eager (if sleepy) as we left the house to meet Marti and play.

I let the coffee kick in as we made the journey to Marti’s home in Spokane’s South Hill neighborhood.  South Hill is a lovely area and it was clear to me from the size of the trees and character of the houses that this was one of Spokane’s older neighborhoods. It was easy to imagine those big trees in their full summer foliage, lining the wide streets and creating a cool, green oasis in the hot Eastern Washington summer. 

The visit to Marti’s house made me thankful yet again for having local hosts.  Sometimes travelers (including myself) get into a “sightseeing” mindset and neglect the benefits that can be gained from spending quality time with friends in a new place, whether the friends are old and treasured or brand new.  I consider Marti and her husband Dennis new friends, and I am so thankful for the opportunity to visit with them in their home.  Their house is the kind that you never want to leave.  The inside is tasteful and filled with nice furnishings, but the feel is warm and welcoming rather than stuffy.  Marti’s father was an artist and art collector, and his pieces are in every room.  Marti’s open kitchen and living area has large windows overlooking the deck and a backyard that was just showing the first signs of spring during our visit.  Her house is exactly how I would like mine to look someday.

I had a great time learning Mahjong from Marti, but unfortunately my competitive nature was not rewarded with any wins that day.  Thankfully, everyone was very patient with me and it was fun to learn the game.  I think I’ll have to buy myself a set of tiles so I’ll be ready for a rematch!  I was consoled in my losing state by a delicious lunch of Marti’s homemade soup and salad.

After our lovely lunch and games at Marti and Dennis’, Lina and I returned to her house for a couple hours’ rest before our big Saturday night out.  I was very excited to go “out on the town,” for two reasons: firstly, because Spokane has a lot more going on at night than Moses Lake, and secondly because Lina had been telling me about her favorite hot spots for some time, and I had yet to see any of them!  Our itinerary consisted of a few places where we could get wine and cheese, without bothering to think of whether we would get any sort of vitamins or fiber.  Hey, it was Saturday night, I was on vacation and diets be damned!

Our first stop was the Downriver Grill to sample the Gorgonzola fries or, as I now call them, heaven in a bowl.  I have to say, the outside of Downriver Grill is deceptive.  It is situated along one of the main roads heading downtown, set back from the street and surrounded by a parking lot that holds probably twenty cars.  Honestly it looks like any other neighborhood place.  However, when you walk in, it becomes immediately apparent that the owners put most of their focus and attention into creating atmosphere inside.  The interior of the restaurant is lovely – it has a mid-size dining room and a small  bar that features local wine and beer in addition to the standard spirits.  The whole place had a casual feel, and the dark wood, warm colors and dim lighting made it seem classy but not snooty. 

Clearly, Downriver Grill’s charm and elegance are not lost on Spokane foodies.  Though we left early to beat the dinner rush, even at 5:30 the wait for a table in the restaurant was 35 minutes.  We were lucky enough to grab a seat at a table in the bar just as another group was leaving.  Fate was surely smiling upon us!  Knowing our food selection already, we took a brief glance at the wine list (I ordered Townshend Chardonnay, Lina ordered Chateau Ste Michelle Riesling) and ordered the Gorgonzola fries.

Let me tell you, those fries were everything Lina made them out to be!  Warm, fresh, waffle-cut fries smothered in the richest gorgonzola cream sauce.  It is not good for the hips, but oh it is so tasty on the lips!  My bright chardonnay cut the richness quite nicely and I was in cheese and wine heaven!

After getting fortified with potato and cheesy goodness, we made our way to downtown Spokane for…more wine and cheese!  Lina had better be careful, if she keeps hosting me for weekends like this I may just stay in Spokane forever!  We first went to Arbor Crest’s downtown tasting room in the River Park Square shopping mall.  You may remember from my last posting that we tried unsuccessfully to taste the wine at Arbor Crest’s main tasting room the day before. Luckily for us, the mall tasting room, unlike the one at the winery, stays open until 10 PM on weekends! 

For a mall location, the Arbor Crest tasting room has certainly made the most of the space.  Although the tasting room bumps up against the mall food court, the designers did a good job giving the space an intimate feel.  Half-walls with planter boxes, as well as (I suspect) a faux ceiling separate the space from the cavernous mall, and comfortable chairs, a gas fireplace and wrought-iron tables give the small space the feel of a coffee shop.  The tasting bar is set in the back, which also helps the atmosphere for wine tasters, as it creates distance between the tasting space and the hubbub of shoppers and moviegoers.

Lina and I lucked out again with our timing, reaching Arbor Crest at a time between movie rushes, according to our host.  Only one other party was tasting, and they were just finishing up as we arrived.  We shared a tasting of five wines, a sauvignon blanc, chardonnay, syrah, malbec and the Dionysus blend.  My favorite was the Dionysus.  I had tasted that before, and it is a delicious Bordeaux-style blend full of fruit and a scent that will knock your socks off.  I have no trouble understanding why the winery named it after the Greek good of wine and merriment.  Unfortunately, the Dionysus is beyond the range of my current budget ($48) , but I do have a bottle sitting in my wine collection (a wedding present, courtesy of Lina) for which I am now just awaiting an appropriate occasion.

After we had got our fill of wine from Downriver and Arbor Crest, our final stop and highlight of the evening was a trip the historic Davenport Hotel and its lovely restaurant and cocktail bar, The Peacock Room.  This portion of the evening was a real treat for me because I absolutely love old fancy hotels.  The Four Seasons Olympic in Seattle has always been a favorite of mine, and now the Davenport is right up there too.   Built in 1918, the hotel has a spacious lobby, dominated by a beautiful marble fountain surrounded by flowers.  The large space is roughly divided in half, on one side a lounge with over-sized, comfortable leather chairs (we had to try them out of course!) and a café, separated from the main lobby by lacy potted palms.  The entire hotel has that Gilded Age look of glamor to it, from the marble floors to the many columns, all decorated in gold leaf.

 An open gallery on the second floor overlooks the main lobby area, and also houses the hotel’s ballrooms and event spaces.  We arrived on a night when a local private school was hosting a gala.  It was a lot of fun to see so many people in evening ware sauntering around the swanky hotel as we explored the upper gallery.   In my jeans I certainly stuck out like a sore thumb, but it was fun to imagine I belonged there.

Once we finished our exploring, we found our way to the Peacock Room back on the first floor.  Another dazzling space, it would be easy to imagine Frank Sinatra enjoying a cocktail in this dim, intimate bar.  The walls are papered with art-deco peacock motifs on a dark background, and the entrance has a gorgeous backlit stained glass ceiling, also depicting a peacock. 

Lina and I lucked out yet again with our timing at the Peacock room, arriving at a time when the place was practically empty.  Over the hour or so we were there, it rapidly filled. I was glad we staked out the place that we did: a two-seater bar-height table with a good view out the window for Saturday night  people watching.

Although we had been drinking wine all weekend, Lina assured me that the Peacock Room was known really for its Cougar Gold cheese dip and its signature cocktails.  So, to do as the Romans, I chose a cocktail that the waitress suggested: the Ruby Red Grapefruit Drop.  Lina stuck with her favorite: the Key Lime Pie martini.   After having both, I see why that’s her favorite.  I liked my drink, but Lina’s really was a dessert in a glass.

And what’s the perfect complement to dessert in a glass? More cheese!  So, we ordered the Cougar Gold dip with extra bread (so no bit of dip would go to waste, of course).  For the benefit of any readers who are not from Washington State or who have never had the pleasure of tasting Cougar Gold cheese let me back up and give you a little background.  Cougar Gold is a sharp, naturally-made white cheddar that is sold to benefit Washington State University, hence the name Cougar Gold, for the WSU Cougars.  A 30 ounce package comes as a large wheel inside an aluminum can.  Apparently the can is a packaging innovation developed by WSU creamery in the 1930’s and still remains a tradition.  The WSU creamery actually has a very interesting history that you can read about on their website.

I have to admit that, even though I am a lifelong University of Washington Huskies fan, the WSU cheese is absolutely delicious.   The dip at the Peacock Room combines the cheese with shallots and herbs, and I’m guessing a little vermouth to cut the richness.  With the warm bread it was unbelievably good.  To top everything off, in the spirit of Mae West, we ordered a Chocolatini.  Because after all, “too much of a good thing is wonderful!”

Well that wraps up the highlights from my trip to Spokane.  Next be on the lookout for some more musings on Washington wine as we prepare for the spring barrel-tasting events!