We had traveled over 2500 miles by car in 13 days, so we plan a decompression stop for just the two of us in a Bavarian mountain village, formerly known as Leavenworth, Washington. Leavenworth is a small town on the east side of the Cascade Mountains, that Sue first visited years ago while marching with the Arlington High School Band in Leavenworth's Autumn Festival. She later returned doing some geologic field exercises while at the University of Washington. Since then, the town has gone whole-schnitzel into the Bavarian theme. Leavenworth's Bavarian make-over is a huge success, as the three streets were packed with happy tourists wandering between coo-coo clock shoppes, wines, cheese and many restaurants and mountain chalet lodging facades. [no photos available - the camera broke]
We arrived in town early afternoon, and I had the phone number for the "Bavarian Inn" where we had reservations (but no address). We cruised through town, and found the "Bavarian Chalet", the "Bavarian Lodge", the "Bavarian Bar & Grill" and the "Bavarian Hotel", not to mention the "Edelweiss Inn" and "Heidi's Pancake Haus" -- but no Bavarian Inn. I stopped to visit Heidi (complete with laced up Bavarian bodice - I love that look) at the tourist info. I told Heidi of my dilemma, she was stumped until Gretchen asked what phone number I had, and she immediately knew it was really the "Bavarian Lodge" that had our reservations. Dankeschön y'all!.
After checking in, we strolled beneath bountiful flower pots hanging from the street lamp posts and did a bit of window shopping. Of course, it will come as no surprise to the frequent readers of this blog (all 3 of you, and you know who you are) that it was the Cheese Shoppe that brough us in to do business. Free samples! Sue selected a mango stilton. I warned her that she would have to smuggle that cheese past the TSA in Spokane tomorrow morning, and I added that mango stilton looks suspiciously like plastik, a powerful explosive preferred by Hezbollah the Lebanese Shi'ite terrorist group. She was unfazed, as I think that warning sounded like a challenge. [as a side note: she actually got the mango stilton AND a plastic bottle of water > 1.4 fl oz past the eagle-eyed TSA the next afternoon for our return flight to Dallas]
We had a late lunch that included samples of the local Wenatchee Creamery cheese. We then wandered to the few blocks to the Wenatchee River Park and walked along the banks of the shallow, crystal clear waters filled with many intertube floaters enjoying the afternoon sun. We made friends with a chocolate lab who came upon us as she trotted along the trail with a large stick in her mouth. I gave her the command to drop, she did. She gave me the command to throw the dang stick into the water, I did. We played for about 5 minutes then we left. So she found the next creature that had hands and a decent throwing motion. I think she lives nearby, but comes to the river every day for a pickup game of fetch in the water.
We enjoyed a wunderbar dinner of schnitzel and wine at Mozart's Cafe. It was there that we experienced a chocolate noisset (sp?) a chocolate pyramid filled with mousse and liquors.
Viola!
The End of a fine Trip through the Great Northwest.
We arrived in town early afternoon, and I had the phone number for the "Bavarian Inn" where we had reservations (but no address). We cruised through town, and found the "Bavarian Chalet", the "Bavarian Lodge", the "Bavarian Bar & Grill" and the "Bavarian Hotel", not to mention the "Edelweiss Inn" and "Heidi's Pancake Haus" -- but no Bavarian Inn. I stopped to visit Heidi (complete with laced up Bavarian bodice - I love that look) at the tourist info. I told Heidi of my dilemma, she was stumped until Gretchen asked what phone number I had, and she immediately knew it was really the "Bavarian Lodge" that had our reservations. Dankeschön y'all!.
After checking in, we strolled beneath bountiful flower pots hanging from the street lamp posts and did a bit of window shopping. Of course, it will come as no surprise to the frequent readers of this blog (all 3 of you, and you know who you are) that it was the Cheese Shoppe that brough us in to do business. Free samples! Sue selected a mango stilton. I warned her that she would have to smuggle that cheese past the TSA in Spokane tomorrow morning, and I added that mango stilton looks suspiciously like plastik, a powerful explosive preferred by Hezbollah the Lebanese Shi'ite terrorist group. She was unfazed, as I think that warning sounded like a challenge. [as a side note: she actually got the mango stilton AND a plastic bottle of water > 1.4 fl oz past the eagle-eyed TSA the next afternoon for our return flight to Dallas]
We had a late lunch that included samples of the local Wenatchee Creamery cheese. We then wandered to the few blocks to the Wenatchee River Park and walked along the banks of the shallow, crystal clear waters filled with many intertube floaters enjoying the afternoon sun. We made friends with a chocolate lab who came upon us as she trotted along the trail with a large stick in her mouth. I gave her the command to drop, she did. She gave me the command to throw the dang stick into the water, I did. We played for about 5 minutes then we left. So she found the next creature that had hands and a decent throwing motion. I think she lives nearby, but comes to the river every day for a pickup game of fetch in the water.
We enjoyed a wunderbar dinner of schnitzel and wine at Mozart's Cafe. It was there that we experienced a chocolate noisset (sp?) a chocolate pyramid filled with mousse and liquors.
Viola!
The End of a fine Trip through the Great Northwest.
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