Tuesday we finally injected some serious activity into the trip!
After the wonderful breakfast discussed earlier, we mounted up and rode to the airport wineries, visiting Dunham Wines for a tasting…
…and on into Walla Walla for supplies for Tuesday night’s dinner. About ten or 11 miles into and around town, we were to be congratulated at the ease of the ride – our bikes were smooth and fast!
Finding some great stuff and wonderful greek Olive oil at Walla Walla Gourmet, we headed back to Abeja for our 2:15 wine tasting appointment. Amazing how poorly those same bikes ran on the way back, as we realized that the entire trip into town was gently downhill…the return trip ended up being pretty strenuous (but wouldn’t be for Mw3H)
The tasting at Abeja resulted in the purchase of three cases, which will make Bruce & Randy happy.
Afterward, Kathleen suggested a ‘short walk’ along the creek and up the hill which ran behind the winery. About two miles in, and after a near-fracas with an excited German Shepherd, we were befriended by a cyclist – named Jeff. 50 years a road cyclist, and a 26-year veteran of the Air Force, Jeff was a walking (rolling) encyclopedia of interesting facts and history about Walla Walla, including its cycling significance. Anyway, he pointed out, quite pointedly – that the view from the ‘summit’ of the hill we were on – was well worth the climb. And he seemed most willing to stay with us to the very top. So the short walk turned into about an eight-mile round-trip, and the day’s second work-out. But well-worth it, and Jeff was a great guy.
Back at Abeja, we decide to drive into town for another look around and an early-evening beer. By now you’ll know that we really like this town and this area. But on the way, driving down a street called East Isaacs Avenue, we noticed a gathering of a few Entrepreneurs who either had a keen sense of Irony, or (more likely) were Brain-Damaged.
The first – and best – example was ‘New York Store’ – Western Outfitters. We couldn’t help but imagine some of the dialogue leading up to this bold marketing move:
“I’m going to open my very own Western Wear store, right here in Walla Walla. I shall invest my life-savings into this venture. I shall name it ‘New York Store’. ”
“I don’t think that name’s a good idea.”
“Shut up! You always have to ruin everything! It’s my store, and I’ll name it whatever I want. You’re stupid!”
As we moved down the street, more popped up: The car wash business (there were dozens of car washes on this particular street. You have to wonder about the business acumen of the owners of the most recent dozen….) where you had to go inside to get the full run-down of what they do…
Then came Sour Grape Frozen Yogurt.
You can make up your own script, probably centered around a good friend telling their brain-damaged-entrepreneurial friend that “Sour” and ‘Yogurt” used in the same sentence usually means “bad”.
And our Yogurt-Peddling friend’s response: “Shut Up! You always have to ruin everything! That doesn’t count when it’s grape!……”
Finally, we encountered a Hawaiian-Themed Thrift/Vintage/Antiques store named: “Yeehaw Aloha”. In Walla Walla, Washington.
I had no words. This store-naming is just an awesome tribute to zany, no-reason reasoning. I love it, but I don’t really understand it. That’s the way it goes with true craziness.
Back at Abeja, we had a wonderful picnic dinner, and the next morning we headed for Golden, British Columbia. (after another incredible breakfast al fresco)…