A few years back, we were working in Coolin, Idaho. Spokane was the closest city, so when Lithus got his days off, we would head there. The Coolin gig turned into the Colville gig, and Spokane was still the closest city. For a little less than 2 years, Spokane was home away from home. At one point, I even commented that I really hoped one day I would feel about getting to NOLA the same way I felt about getting to Spokane, because one felt like home ~ and the other was where we lived. I had fallen in love with Spokane.
Whenever we would head back to NOLA, we'd store our car in a storage garage, leave it for the 2-6 weeks we'd be gone, and come back to it safe, secure, and in great shape. It was nice to just be able to leave everything we had ~ the clothes, the dishes, the dvds, Maurice the Traveling Moose, everything ~ there in the car and know it would be fine.
So, we locked it up, disconnected the battery, and walked away. A little over 2 years ago. We expected to be back in 3 weeks. Lithus's next tour started in 3 weeks. Only, he got another job. One that was nowhere near Spokane. And we never went back.
Until a couple weeks ago. And I remembered just why I loved Spokane.
First, the obligatory hotel shot:
Then the main reason we couldn't walk away from the car:
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| Maurice the Traveling Moose |
We picked Maurice up in Coolin because, well, look at him. Absolutely no one else was gonna buy this guy. All the other moose were perky-eyed and happy looking and then there was Maurice. So we took him home and he became the car mascot. Mind you, there were great sweaters, lovely glasses, my favorite coat, and several dvds we wanted in the back of the car, too. But mostly, there was Maurice.
Once the car was in order, we listed it and sold it to the first person who called. We were officially on vacation, in my favorite city on the west coast.
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| The best Indian food outside of Boston or India |
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| Best fun little shop ever |
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| The steamed clams by which all others are measured, at Luigi's |
We went to the Davenport Hotel for drinks and dinner one night. It's possible the Dav is my favorite hotel in the country. The ballroom was open.
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| Live fish in the lobby fountain |
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| The lobby |
We went on the gondola ride. Here's the thing about the gondolas: I'm a little afraid of heights. Crazy, given how much time I spend in helicopters, right? But I am. I have always hated ~ to the point of them making me cry ~ ferris wheels. The old people mover at the Disney parks? Hell. And then there was the time I tried to go to trapeze school with Nemeria. But I looked at Lithus and said "I can do that." So we did.
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| Very nervous |
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| Verrrrrry nervous |
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| If we'd ended up in the little white one, I'd've died |
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| But then, at the turn around, it got better. I got better. |
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| I was even able to shift to get a picture of the art |
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| And turnaround in my seat |
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| A beautiful peaceful ride |
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| When you're with the right person |
The trip had an interesting post script however. Lithus ended up not feeling well, so we spent an extra day to give him some recovery time (all's well, but it was best he not be on the plane at the time we were supposed to be on the plane).
Even the airport Ramada is lovely.
Beautiful architecture. Thriving arts and culture scene. Delicious food, and decadent drinking establishments. Gorgeous green spaces. Considerate and aware people. I do love Spokane.
Of course, it's also good when everybody gets home.
