congratulations on your new lives together, Jay and Erin Sanchez!
You are a sweet pair and I pray for many many blessings in your lives together!
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Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Saturday, April 10
congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez!!
Just a quick shout out to two of my dear friends who tied the wedded knot today:
congratulations on your new lives together, Jay and Erin Sanchez!
You are a sweet pair and I pray for many many blessings in your lives together!
congratulations on your new lives together, Jay and Erin Sanchez!
You are a sweet pair and I pray for many many blessings in your lives together!
Wednesday, April 7
fun w/ friends @ Martini Madness!
I've been so remiss in keeping up my blog this past month - sorry y'all!! I've promised recipes, posts on life happenings, etc., and it just hasn't happened. No excuses. So I'm just gonna jump back in...
Then I brushed up on my makeup techniques by watching my favorite You Tube artists - Pixiwoo - do their take on Audrey's look:
And I also went through so many You Tube tutorials on Breakfast at Tiffany's hair I can't even begin to tell you which ones! I can say there are enough out there that you can easily get a good sense of how to do the look. Instead of a tiara like many of them show, though, I actually just pinned an old gaudy, bobbly, pearly necklace around the top bun. And for the pearls around my neck? That was my one splurge for the event: a $10 strand from my favorite store for random costume jewelry - The Avenue, of all places!
I must say, for the effort it took to pull myself together, it was worth it - we had such a great night. Ended up at Carmen's Comedy Club in Selah afterwards and laughed so hard the remainder of the evening. So our final look? Here ya go (courtesy of my friend's camera/FB page)! (I'm the gal on the right...)
(Those are peppermint stick "cigarettes" from the cigar girl - hehe!)
Hope to see you at the next local event!
And I promise - more new posts and the recipes I'm experimenting with in the kitchen very soon!
In March I had the opportunity to attend a super "fun-raiser" event with several current (and new!) friends in support of our local Yakima Valley Museum. (Amazing how one can go from strangers to awesome buds after a couple dirty martinis...LOL!) The event, called Martini Madness, was themed all things "Mad Men" and early 60s, from the attire to the hair, to the cigar girls and live music! Being a country gal from a couple decades later, it was a bit of a challenge to figure out what to wear, but half the fun (for me anyway) ended up being the research of the decade in prep for the night...
After I realized the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's" was from 1961, I latched onto Audrey Hepburn's iconic uptown sophisticate look (it helped that I had a black dress and realized I wouldn't need to go shopping for something to wear just for the night!):
After I realized the movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's" was from 1961, I latched onto Audrey Hepburn's iconic uptown sophisticate look (it helped that I had a black dress and realized I wouldn't need to go shopping for something to wear just for the night!):
Then I brushed up on my makeup techniques by watching my favorite You Tube artists - Pixiwoo - do their take on Audrey's look:
And I also went through so many You Tube tutorials on Breakfast at Tiffany's hair I can't even begin to tell you which ones! I can say there are enough out there that you can easily get a good sense of how to do the look. Instead of a tiara like many of them show, though, I actually just pinned an old gaudy, bobbly, pearly necklace around the top bun. And for the pearls around my neck? That was my one splurge for the event: a $10 strand from my favorite store for random costume jewelry - The Avenue, of all places!
I must say, for the effort it took to pull myself together, it was worth it - we had such a great night. Ended up at Carmen's Comedy Club in Selah afterwards and laughed so hard the remainder of the evening. So our final look? Here ya go (courtesy of my friend's camera/FB page)! (I'm the gal on the right...)
(Those are peppermint stick "cigarettes" from the cigar girl - hehe!)
Hope to see you at the next local event!
And I promise - more new posts and the recipes I'm experimenting with in the kitchen very soon!
Wednesday, March 25
prague
For the readers who don't know, my dearest gal pal just moved to Praha (Prague) with another one of our sweet friends! They are enrolled in a teaching English abroad program. Below are some of the first photos of their experience posted to Coco's Facebook (which I've snatched for those of you without Facebook)...
If you're interested in following their adventures, you can track them here at their newly started Prague Blague:
(I've also added their local time and weather to this blog!)
Tuesday, March 24
Sunday, February 8
benefit ball
M.P. invited me to a local benefit ball - we had such a blast! She ended up winning one of the cakewalk prizes too. Lucky bum. :) Before hand we stopped by Macy's M-A-C counter for a makeover. They have such awesome makeup, I had to let them do my eyes up to the hilt. And after twirling, dipping, jitterbugging, and waltzing the night away, we ended the night with some duck farts and other great shots (whose names are too crazy to post on here!) at the Sportscenter (which made driving Mariocart on Wii later a rather unsuccessful endeavor. ha! and no - I didn't truly drive until much, much later!) We made a night of it for sure. My flight to Irvine is definitely going to come early. I'm so sleeping on the plane...
Monday, January 26
substance
A long-lost friend out of the great state of Missouri made a request for more posts of my thoughts, things I'm passionate about, and the stuff that lights me up. [Posts of substance are what I heard him ask for. As if the latest trekkie news or the cutest thing my kitties just did aren’t substantial enough?!? heh! ;)]
I'm not sure if my unemployed brain still knows how to be substantial, but I told him I'd give it my best shot. So this is for you D.T.S. (BTW - hope you're feeling much improved today and your French kids bring you a polished apple from Yakima!)
Well, here I am again. It's 2:00am and I still can't fall asleep at a decent hour...for the umpteenth night in a row. I do enjoy this time best of all, though. It's so quiet. Everyone is asleep, including my rambunctious kitties.
What do I do at all hours of the morning? I listen to myself think, while tapping my toes to my favorite country songs and fiddling with my many art projects I start but don't finish (that's another post - some are so secret I can't mention them on here yet.......S.M.!).
What do I think about? All kinds of things. Lately it's been pondering my move. Playing through all the different psychosocioeconomic impacts the experience has had on my life and others. Pondering "did I make the right decision to move down there? am I making the right decision to move back here, as opposed to staying down there or moving somewhere else? what's the best decision?" Each question seems to bring up 10 more questions all their own, with 10 additional off-shoots, and before I know it I'm 100 steps down a mental path I can't even remember how I started. I've had to set aside my artsy stuff in favour of journaling lately, just to try to keep my thoughts straight.
If nothing else, it's helpful that this move - to wherever I end up - feels like definite closure to at least one chapter in my book. I love closure. Especially clean-cut closure. So that's a really good feeling right now. But I'm realizing after having been Home for a while that there were a couple chapters back before SoCal that I had thought I'd left open. I guess somehow I thought I could just jump back in and wrap them up once I came back Home - whenever that would be - knowing I wouldn't be gone forever and always. It's a very odd sensation to come back and realize some chapters do, in fact, close themselves, though - whether I pen a seemingly satisfactory ending or not.
Life moves on, with or without. I knew this, of course. We all do. We've all experienced it one way or another. But it's the finding of my place again (even among longtime dear friends in a town I grew up in, yet sometimes don't recognize anymore) that's been a big challenge for me...yet again. So much of life is a sine wave, and I left while we were all at a high point, with part of me secretly hoping I could always come Home and scamper back up that mountain we were all on a year ago and life would be the same amazing high it once was: familiar, comfortable, stable, known, and full of adventure and living with gusto. I want it back! All those memories and the friendships that grew despite distance - they gave me sanity for a year in California! I built dreams in the face of time around these things.
[Don't roll your eyes. Yes, so what...I'm a hopeless sentimental idealist. Everybody needs one in their life. lol]
But coming back I see time has moved forward, as it always does. All prior chapters are closed, whether I like it or not. And this new one? Well, it begins in a valley…not on a mountain. Some folks have left the scene, some will be leaving soon, some have returned, and some - thankfully - are still around in all the familiar places. The old life is there in some form, I suppose. But it's definitely not the same life I pictured coming home to.
Having been through a few valleys before, though, I've learned the value of walking through them hand-in-hand with those dearest to you. When the waves turn again - as they ALWAYS do - the mountain tops are that much sweeter for the experience of having gone through it together. I'm so thankful to be near so many of my dear ones again, especially after being away for so long.
At the heart of all this, though - this, trying to find my place again - has been a surprising set of nagging questions I thought I had figured out answers to years ago: what's the purpose of my life? what do I feel most accomplished doing? why am I under these stars? what am I MADE for?
So, why not blog about my soul I guess. After all, the goal of this post is to provide you with the latest of my substance, right?
I feel as though I've had all the things, dreams, and people I've built my life around torn away from me, one by one, this past year...and what's left of me and my life feels very exposed and utterly raw right now. To summarize… All my favorite, precious, and to some degree necessary objects (my bed, sofa, cooking equipment, clothes, just to name a few) have been in storage. I slept on the floor for a year without so much as chairs for company to sit on or a TV to watch – sacrificing for the day I was promised I would get called to the next big thing in Texas. But that all went sideways with the economy. My health tanked. I’ve managed to not catch a bug for a month now, which is a record for me since August. My back still kills me most days and I’m the curviest I’ve ever been in my life (which is kinda fun for the cleavage - as long as I’m being honest – but good heavens I want to fit my old clothes again and feel healthier). My plans for my future seem to be vaporizing like rain off a SoCal sidewalk the more time passes. I pictured being married with kids by now, but somehow it seems my biological clock has stopped ticking...or slowed so much I can barely tell it's still there. And guy prospects?? Let me know if you know of any interested in an unemployed gal. lol But seriously - not necessarily a good time to date if I'm asking the questions I'm re-asking myself. So, my last honest intake survey of my life? Yeah, it wasn’t great. I think you get the picture, so we really don’t need to go into more detail there…at least not here.
Which all brings me back to what we’re talking about anyway: a new chapter. Valleys are valleys because there are mountains. And mountains wouldn’t be mountains without the valleys. I’m reserving major decisions about all these things until I start feeling the earth climb under me a bit. The chapter has only just begun anyway. Who knows how the rest of it will read at this point…let alone the rest of the book.
Until then – and to answer your question from earlier D.T.S. - I’m doing alright. Sleepless in Yakima, but doing fine, all things considered. Your prayers are always welcome. :)
"Life Ain't Always Beautiful"
Gary Allen
Life ain’t always beautiful
Sometimes it's just plain hard
Life can knock you down, it can break your heart
Life ain’t always beautiful
You think you're on your way
And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day
But the struggles make you stronger
And the changes make you wise
And happiness has its own way of takin’ it's sweet time
No, life ain’t always beautiful
Tears will fall sometimes
Life ain’t always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride
Life ain’t always beautiful
Some days I miss your smile
I get tired of walkin’ all these lonely miles
And I wish for just one minute
I could see your pretty face
Guess I can dream, but life don’t work that way
But the struggles make me stronger
And the changes make me wise
And happiness has its own way of takin’ it's sweet time
No, life ain’t always beautiful
But I know I'll be fine
Hey, life ain’t always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride
What a beautiful ride
I'm not sure if my unemployed brain still knows how to be substantial, but I told him I'd give it my best shot. So this is for you D.T.S. (BTW - hope you're feeling much improved today and your French kids bring you a polished apple from Yakima!)
Well, here I am again. It's 2:00am and I still can't fall asleep at a decent hour...for the umpteenth night in a row. I do enjoy this time best of all, though. It's so quiet. Everyone is asleep, including my rambunctious kitties.
What do I do at all hours of the morning? I listen to myself think, while tapping my toes to my favorite country songs and fiddling with my many art projects I start but don't finish (that's another post - some are so secret I can't mention them on here yet.......S.M.!).
What do I think about? All kinds of things. Lately it's been pondering my move. Playing through all the different psychosocioeconomic impacts the experience has had on my life and others. Pondering "did I make the right decision to move down there? am I making the right decision to move back here, as opposed to staying down there or moving somewhere else? what's the best decision?" Each question seems to bring up 10 more questions all their own, with 10 additional off-shoots, and before I know it I'm 100 steps down a mental path I can't even remember how I started. I've had to set aside my artsy stuff in favour of journaling lately, just to try to keep my thoughts straight.
If nothing else, it's helpful that this move - to wherever I end up - feels like definite closure to at least one chapter in my book. I love closure. Especially clean-cut closure. So that's a really good feeling right now. But I'm realizing after having been Home for a while that there were a couple chapters back before SoCal that I had thought I'd left open. I guess somehow I thought I could just jump back in and wrap them up once I came back Home - whenever that would be - knowing I wouldn't be gone forever and always. It's a very odd sensation to come back and realize some chapters do, in fact, close themselves, though - whether I pen a seemingly satisfactory ending or not.
Life moves on, with or without. I knew this, of course. We all do. We've all experienced it one way or another. But it's the finding of my place again (even among longtime dear friends in a town I grew up in, yet sometimes don't recognize anymore) that's been a big challenge for me...yet again. So much of life is a sine wave, and I left while we were all at a high point, with part of me secretly hoping I could always come Home and scamper back up that mountain we were all on a year ago and life would be the same amazing high it once was: familiar, comfortable, stable, known, and full of adventure and living with gusto. I want it back! All those memories and the friendships that grew despite distance - they gave me sanity for a year in California! I built dreams in the face of time around these things.
[Don't roll your eyes. Yes, so what...I'm a hopeless sentimental idealist. Everybody needs one in their life. lol]
But coming back I see time has moved forward, as it always does. All prior chapters are closed, whether I like it or not. And this new one? Well, it begins in a valley…not on a mountain. Some folks have left the scene, some will be leaving soon, some have returned, and some - thankfully - are still around in all the familiar places. The old life is there in some form, I suppose. But it's definitely not the same life I pictured coming home to.
Having been through a few valleys before, though, I've learned the value of walking through them hand-in-hand with those dearest to you. When the waves turn again - as they ALWAYS do - the mountain tops are that much sweeter for the experience of having gone through it together. I'm so thankful to be near so many of my dear ones again, especially after being away for so long.
At the heart of all this, though - this, trying to find my place again - has been a surprising set of nagging questions I thought I had figured out answers to years ago: what's the purpose of my life? what do I feel most accomplished doing? why am I under these stars? what am I MADE for?
So, why not blog about my soul I guess. After all, the goal of this post is to provide you with the latest of my substance, right?
I feel as though I've had all the things, dreams, and people I've built my life around torn away from me, one by one, this past year...and what's left of me and my life feels very exposed and utterly raw right now. To summarize… All my favorite, precious, and to some degree necessary objects (my bed, sofa, cooking equipment, clothes, just to name a few) have been in storage. I slept on the floor for a year without so much as chairs for company to sit on or a TV to watch – sacrificing for the day I was promised I would get called to the next big thing in Texas. But that all went sideways with the economy. My health tanked. I’ve managed to not catch a bug for a month now, which is a record for me since August. My back still kills me most days and I’m the curviest I’ve ever been in my life (which is kinda fun for the cleavage - as long as I’m being honest – but good heavens I want to fit my old clothes again and feel healthier). My plans for my future seem to be vaporizing like rain off a SoCal sidewalk the more time passes. I pictured being married with kids by now, but somehow it seems my biological clock has stopped ticking...or slowed so much I can barely tell it's still there. And guy prospects?? Let me know if you know of any interested in an unemployed gal. lol But seriously - not necessarily a good time to date if I'm asking the questions I'm re-asking myself. So, my last honest intake survey of my life? Yeah, it wasn’t great. I think you get the picture, so we really don’t need to go into more detail there…at least not here.
Which all brings me back to what we’re talking about anyway: a new chapter. Valleys are valleys because there are mountains. And mountains wouldn’t be mountains without the valleys. I’m reserving major decisions about all these things until I start feeling the earth climb under me a bit. The chapter has only just begun anyway. Who knows how the rest of it will read at this point…let alone the rest of the book.
Until then – and to answer your question from earlier D.T.S. - I’m doing alright. Sleepless in Yakima, but doing fine, all things considered. Your prayers are always welcome. :)
"Life Ain't Always Beautiful"
Gary Allen
Life ain’t always beautiful
Sometimes it's just plain hard
Life can knock you down, it can break your heart
Life ain’t always beautiful
You think you're on your way
And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day
But the struggles make you stronger
And the changes make you wise
And happiness has its own way of takin’ it's sweet time
No, life ain’t always beautiful
Tears will fall sometimes
Life ain’t always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride
Life ain’t always beautiful
Some days I miss your smile
I get tired of walkin’ all these lonely miles
And I wish for just one minute
I could see your pretty face
Guess I can dream, but life don’t work that way
But the struggles make me stronger
And the changes make me wise
And happiness has its own way of takin’ it's sweet time
No, life ain’t always beautiful
But I know I'll be fine
Hey, life ain’t always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride
What a beautiful ride
Friday, December 26
Sunday, September 28
Hunting in the Mojave
What a fun trip to the desert! Felt sooooo good to get out of the city....
A friend of mine needed help moving his things to Barstow in preparation for hunting/trapping season (he was driving his RV and needed me to drive his pickup - of course I wouldn't say no to driving a truck!!), and in exchange, he took me on a hunting expedition in the desert! He's an avid bobcat hunter, makes a decent living off the pelts during the 3 month season, and knows the best spots in the desert for calling animals in...
Wish I would have taken pictures of us all geared up for hunting coyotes in the brush, but it was all business until we did some target practice. (We even had camo hoods to hide us against the sagebrush while we waited for coyotes to run in, hearing the dying rabbit scream Bob had playing on repeat over a loudspeaker!) Then off came most of the camo - it was blazing hot by that time of the day. Didn't see any bobcats or mountain lions, but spotted a few jack rabbits and kangaroo squirrels. Very fun times!!
Remember Erin Brokovich? We passed the chem plant the movie was filmed about in Hinkley...
my instructor: he was bummed I didn't pull the trigger on the coyote we called in earlier in the day...but I hadn't shot in a year! give me a break. so we did target practice after the fact. oh well. I really wanted a coyote tail for Dallas & Bear to play with. maybe next time I'll feel ready to pull the trigger. I had him in my sights THREE PERFECT TIMES!! The moment I delayed, trying to figure out if I wanted to shoot him in the head or the body, I lost my last perfect shot. damn it. maybe next time I'll be better about pulling the trigger. oh well - be very proud of me, Murph-man!!! I mounted to the face, looked good in camo, AND felt so comfortable holding a gun that I didn't scream when the coyote came running up to us. ;) The whole time I heard your voice running through my head of all the pointers you've given me shooting. They worked. My friend couldn't believe you would let me shoot clay pigeons with Trigger (a Fausti) though... "you DON'T do target practice with THAT kind of gun..." All I could say was "hell yeah we would! you don't know how we do things in Washington."
I've got the hunting itch now something fierce (and no I wasn't itching just from the sagebrush, sweat and buckshot). I want to make another trip out to the desert soon!! And too much fun...Cabella's is in Victorville, on my way out to Barstow...
.22 Long Rifle; 100 yd targets
Remington 221 Fireball; 200 yd target, near bullseye
(yeah, yeah...I know...I look like Minnie Mouse with those earguards on my head - forgot to take them completely off for the picture)
A friend of mine needed help moving his things to Barstow in preparation for hunting/trapping season (he was driving his RV and needed me to drive his pickup - of course I wouldn't say no to driving a truck!!), and in exchange, he took me on a hunting expedition in the desert! He's an avid bobcat hunter, makes a decent living off the pelts during the 3 month season, and knows the best spots in the desert for calling animals in...
Wish I would have taken pictures of us all geared up for hunting coyotes in the brush, but it was all business until we did some target practice. (We even had camo hoods to hide us against the sagebrush while we waited for coyotes to run in, hearing the dying rabbit scream Bob had playing on repeat over a loudspeaker!) Then off came most of the camo - it was blazing hot by that time of the day. Didn't see any bobcats or mountain lions, but spotted a few jack rabbits and kangaroo squirrels. Very fun times!!
Remember Erin Brokovich? We passed the chem plant the movie was filmed about in Hinkley...
my instructor: he was bummed I didn't pull the trigger on the coyote we called in earlier in the day...but I hadn't shot in a year! give me a break. so we did target practice after the fact. oh well. I really wanted a coyote tail for Dallas & Bear to play with. maybe next time I'll feel ready to pull the trigger. I had him in my sights THREE PERFECT TIMES!! The moment I delayed, trying to figure out if I wanted to shoot him in the head or the body, I lost my last perfect shot. damn it. maybe next time I'll be better about pulling the trigger. oh well - be very proud of me, Murph-man!!! I mounted to the face, looked good in camo, AND felt so comfortable holding a gun that I didn't scream when the coyote came running up to us. ;) The whole time I heard your voice running through my head of all the pointers you've given me shooting. They worked. My friend couldn't believe you would let me shoot clay pigeons with Trigger (a Fausti) though... "you DON'T do target practice with THAT kind of gun..." All I could say was "hell yeah we would! you don't know how we do things in Washington."
I've got the hunting itch now something fierce (and no I wasn't itching just from the sagebrush, sweat and buckshot). I want to make another trip out to the desert soon!! And too much fun...Cabella's is in Victorville, on my way out to Barstow...
.22 Long Rifle; 100 yd targets
Remington 221 Fireball; 200 yd target, near bullseye
(yeah, yeah...I know...I look like Minnie Mouse with those earguards on my head - forgot to take them completely off for the picture)
Sunday, March 23
goodbye, TreeHouse...
The TreeHouse days have officially come to a close... I handed over my keys today. :( I'm so sad!!
(living room)
Spent all day Saturday with my family, moving the last of my things out of my little blue sanctuary. It was hard to see the things I designed and built with my Dad - special for the TreeHouse - broken down, packed up, and moved out to the storage unit. Not to mention seeing all the memories get tucked away in boxes, knowing I'll never have another dinner there with my adopted family (that's you, M.P., M.M., S.M., D.S., M.L., & S.W.!!) & whoever else that might come over hungry. No more game nights, girl nights, movie nights, singing around the guitar, opening wine that 'reeks of French oak'...no more holding my breath as everyone leaves down the rickety old stairs to go home (I'm so thankful y'all are okay!). LOL ;)
(kitchen/pantry, a.k.a. heart & hang-out of the TreeHouse)
My Dad and bro made quick work in dismantling the platform bed we built.
(bedroom)
(bathroom)
Maybe someday I'll find my way back to The TreeHouse... or maybe even, a little craftsman of my own...
(The TreeHouse and a dream house)
A girl's gotta dream when her life's in a box!
Tomorrow's another Monday - I'll see how many pennies I can tuck away while I wait on God to show me where to from here...
(living room)
Spent all day Saturday with my family, moving the last of my things out of my little blue sanctuary. It was hard to see the things I designed and built with my Dad - special for the TreeHouse - broken down, packed up, and moved out to the storage unit. Not to mention seeing all the memories get tucked away in boxes, knowing I'll never have another dinner there with my adopted family (that's you, M.P., M.M., S.M., D.S., M.L., & S.W.!!) & whoever else that might come over hungry. No more game nights, girl nights, movie nights, singing around the guitar, opening wine that 'reeks of French oak'...no more holding my breath as everyone leaves down the rickety old stairs to go home (I'm so thankful y'all are okay!). LOL ;)
(kitchen/pantry, a.k.a. heart & hang-out of the TreeHouse)
My Dad and bro made quick work in dismantling the platform bed we built.
(bedroom)
(bathroom)
Maybe someday I'll find my way back to The TreeHouse... or maybe even, a little craftsman of my own...
(The TreeHouse and a dream house)
A girl's gotta dream when her life's in a box!
Tomorrow's another Monday - I'll see how many pennies I can tuck away while I wait on God to show me where to from here...
Saturday, March 22
The Lucky Pick
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Sunday, March 9
Moving Day
I feel like I'm perpetually in a state of "moving" - I can't seem to get everything out of The Treehouse and into storage!! Thankfully for my dearest friend M.M. (what a sweetheart!!) and some big helpers (S.R. & H.R.), we were able to get all the large/heavy pieces and then some out of my apartment this weekend. I need to sort through a few more boxes before I send them to storage, and then I'll be out. M.P. - I promise you will have the place very soon!! You'd better keep the memories alive for us, though. :)
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Sunday, February 17
Yakima Valley Wine Tour (with chocolates!!)
My friends and I had a fantastic time this Saturday on the Wine & Chocolates tour! We rented a limo, brought along munchies for the journey (cheese & crackers, local apples, some fresh strawberries, finger sandwiches, etc.), and had a blast between the nine of us!
My favorite winery building was probably Airfield Estates. It's a beautifully converted World War II airplane hanger. When you walk in they have a wall of glass with their barrells behind it.
My favorite wine and label were a tie at Snoqualmie. They had an amazing port that was a dessert in and of itself. Almost bought the chocolate port sauce; I'm wishing now I would have!
Wish we would have had time to view more! We saw four (4) in total. We're already planning for the Spring Barrell tasting in April. I'm definitely booking my tickets in advance on this one! I'm looking forward to it. :)
Sadly, we forgot our cameras, so I used my grainy blackberry camera to take a few memories:
My favorite winery building was probably Airfield Estates. It's a beautifully converted World War II airplane hanger. When you walk in they have a wall of glass with their barrells behind it.
My favorite wine and label were a tie at Snoqualmie. They had an amazing port that was a dessert in and of itself. Almost bought the chocolate port sauce; I'm wishing now I would have!
Wish we would have had time to view more! We saw four (4) in total. We're already planning for the Spring Barrell tasting in April. I'm definitely booking my tickets in advance on this one! I'm looking forward to it. :)
Sadly, we forgot our cameras, so I used my grainy blackberry camera to take a few memories:
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