I visited my brother last week, where my mom had been visiting him for a week. He lives in Kelowna, in the interior of British Columbia. It’s a really beautiful area, with a lot of water and hot sunny days. It is known for it’s wine and fruit. When we all met up again, we drove down to Seattle, traveling through the interior of northern Washington state instead of the much busier route on the Coquihalla highway.
Northern Washington had an abundance of fruit, wine and antique markets. It was really quaint, but not artificial or overdone. It was a great drive, and although it is about six hours to get to Seattle, we took quite a bit longer with many (cherry) pit stops along the way.
As soon as we crossed the border, I was jonesing for some cherries. We stopped at damn near every fruit stand south of Oroville. Sometimes we didn’t even get out of the car. We’d pull up, scout from the vehicle and then peel off in a cloud of dust and dirt. Serves them for not having cherries.
One of the stands we stopped at had no cherries, but a lot of garlic. How could I ever pick? I ended up getting some “Metchi” garlic. It’s considered a sweet but spicy garlic that is purpley in colour. I look forward to doing something interesting with it.
Finally, we reached the Wenatchee area, where we were told there would be a high abundance of cherries. PAY DIRT. 99 cents a pound for Rainier cherries at some road side fruit stand/overprice antiques and wine store.
I got two pounds. They lasted me about 30 miles, and we had to stop for more. My mom got a much more substantial four pounds at a bit higher a price, $2.99 a pound. They were gone two days later.
Oh god, the things I wanted to do in that Rainier cherry orchard…
We went to a few insanely awesome antique markets in northern Washington state, in this town called Cashmere. My xexperience with small town antique stores is normally terrible. I find them highly repetitive and over priced. Apple Annies and Antique Mall were huge halls full of well organized, clean and orderly antiques.
There were a lot of kitchen antiques, including these fabulous old school fridge ads. They would look GREAT as art in a kitchen, I thought.
Japanese crab bisque bowls. At $10 a pop I couldn’t rationalize buying the whole set of four, and just buying one seemed lonely.
Old recipe card indices.
Wooden rolling pins, but no glass ones. I like to collect glass ones.
Apple box labels.
Another seafood themed ceramic piece.
I really enjoyed this part of the state. Good photo ops and cherries; what more could a girl want?