Takin' it on the road - 80s rock style

Friday afternoon, I hopped in my car and got out on the open road.  It was a planned trip, at least in my mind but when I hit the Tri-Cities, I took an exit instead of the road most traveled. I ended up pulling out my GPS, her name is Carmen.  Not to be confused with Carmen San Diego. Carmen is a gem.  She took me to a credit union. Thank goodness, I needed cash and when I looked over the parking lot, there it was, a McDonalds.  A little comfort food - can't go wrong with french fries.

I cruised back on Highway 395.

"We're headed for La Grande, Carmen."  I had never been there before, I don't quite know why.  Every radio station I turned to was 80's butt rock - I'm talking Dokken, Tesla and Quiet Riot.  The locals have one thing in common, cowboy hats and wranglers.

I hit a great basketball game at Eastern Oregon University (I may be bias), my adopted nephew, Anthony Brown, plays for the fighting Mountaineers.  A side note: It was coaches vs. cancer night so their mascot, the mighty Mountaineer had fake boobies and a pink t-shirt.  And, I do have to say, I like their mascot, he could climb with me up a mountain anytime.

The next day, I hit the local Starbucks ($2.45 for my soy steamer) and proceeded up the Blue Mountain range to Walla Walla.  The town they loved so much they named it twice.  Before I share that trip with you, I stopped at the Wild Horse Resort and Casino.  Mom, I promise I didn't gamble but I did use the facilities and watched the woman behind the counter selling plastic roses for Valentine's Day.  Believe it or not, they were almost sold out!

I made my way through Milton-Freewater.  A town with so many statues of frogs, I dreamt about Kermit that night (not Ms. Piggy...just Kermit).


I made it to the banana belt of Washington and the rolling fields of wine country...Walla Walla, it was a balmy 65 degrees.  There is a bit of controversy going on there...is a purple Octopus art or a sign?  I think it's only a sign if it was born in the astrological world of Sagittarius.  I'll go on record, even though I'm an outsider...this animal is a piece of art.  Take a peek:
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2012976429_apwagiantpurpleoctopus.html

I enjoyed the wine tasting and thanks to my friends who gave me several to visit but how can one get through 100 wineries in one Saturday?  You start with one and then come back for more.  Walla Walla knows how to create addict tourists.

I had lunch at Olive's, I promise I didn't drop anything in their kitchen from the cat walk above but it was quite fun to plot in my mind.

And, so, the tour begins, by the way, "it's hip to spit." 

Seven Hills was the first on the walkabout

Tero Estates

Flying Trout Wines

Don Carlo Vineyard and Locati Cellars

Rotie

Damnation - which isn't really the name (it's Da Ma) but these gals were fun.  I had to buy the Cowgirl Cab!  It was an excuse to get a red wine bag for another bottle I bought right before that visit.

Sapolil (with a little music from Portland, Oregon - Raleigh Tussing & The Diminished 7)

Vintage Cellars 

Oh, and believe it or not in between all of that I watched a roller derby - the Lilac City girls were there from Spokane (YES - a roller derby like the 70s) and a Whitman College basketball game.  Side note #2: The students have school spirit, they chant, "Missionaries, Missionaries, we're on top!"

After all that, I had a suite reserved at the Marcus Whitman.  Ready for some Zzzzz.

Next morning, I walked to the local Starbucks, $2.99 for my iced soy and I'm on my way.

Of course, I hit the one light in Dayton and had to stop for a tractor...no kidding.

And my friends, there's nothing like eastern Oregon and eastern Washington.