Serious commentary on frivolous things
This was originally written four years ago. The summer-evening nostalgia mentioned in it has been powerful this year, and caused me to revisit it, and I decided it was worth sharing and adding to, since I have four more summers now to speak of.
Yesterday, we went to Leavenworth. There were a couple of reasons for this.
The first reason is that my husband is from Florida, and though he’s lived here for the better part of three years now, he hasn’t had much chance to really explore the area. And while I’m a Seattle native and have lived in the Puget Sound area for most of my life, I often get into that native mindset of taking where I live for granted. Having a non-native around who wants to explore the area is a great excuse to get me off my butt and out into things so I can show him around. The trip to Leavenworth is a beautiful one, and Leavenworth itself is an…experience, so it seemed a good option.
The other reason is that there are a whole lot of wineries in the region, and a number of them have chosen Leavenworth as a good location to showcase their wares, as it’s reasonably close to their location and a tourist cynosure. My husband might charitably be called a fanatic about wine (he skips the charity and calls himself a wino), and his enthusiasm has folded me into the interest. So here we had an opportunity to take a gorgeous road trip to an interesting spot and check out wines–it was pretty much a positive choice all around.