New exposures

We think we’ll avoid Yakima Washington in the future – well, maybe. Although the Woman’s good friend Annie lives there, we were here last year when her dad died and we had to head back to Minnesota. While here again, Robin learned that her sister Diane’s husband Jim had passed away. We found a place to park Colectiva near SeaTac airport so Robin could head to Oradell NJ for the services, but being Memorial Day weekend, the coach had to be moved between spots. So, I hunkered down in Seattle to mind Colectiva and Kona, while Robin flew back to try to comfort her sister.

We explored rural Washington while near Yakima. We cruised through Rosalyn, the town where the 1990’s TV series Northern Exposure was filmed. The camel mural on Rosalyn’s Café showed up in many of the canned footage sequences of the town. Not having been a Northern Exposure devotee, we could neither confirm nor deny that.

In Kittitas County we found the barn quilts we had heard about. Apparently as early as reliable paint was available to the public, owners of barns began adorning them with quilt blocks, intended to look like their fabric counterparts. Apparently, there has been a resurgence of the practice of adorning barn structures with quilt blocks, and Kittitas County Washington has its share.

I had learned about such a quilt on Google and plugged it into our GPS, which expertly guided us there on our way to Rosalyn. Not having found any other barn quilts to guide us to, we only hoped that we might stumble on a few in the vacuity. Lo and behold, we actually drove by about a half dozen barn quilts on all kinds of structures, and all of them were fabulous. We will certainly have barn quilts in our search criteria from now on.

It’s hard not to get some pleasure out of a good sign. At the Dayville Mercantile, we spotted this sign as we stopped by to score a geocache hidden there. Their claim is very hard to dispute.

I also personally enjoyed this sign in the dog walk at the KOA in Seattle. The sign speaks for itself.

Killing some time, I headed into Seattle to old haunts. At the base of the Space Needle I looked up to see if any giant cockroaches were climbing it.

While there were none, there were so many folks in like to ascend that I decided I didn’t need to. I strolled most of the downtown but spent most of my time at the Pike Place Market. I saw many a fish being tossed to the cheering crowd, but elected not to try to catch one.

Talk to you soon!