Cities can be generous providers, so what they lack often isn’t apparent until you step
outside of them. Take the sky, for instance. Some cities offer small pockets of
blue tucked between pillars of glass and steel. In others you can see larger patches
that fluctuate often enough between fluffy clouds and swaths of gray that you
forget that the sky isn’t something that is just contained within your cityscape’s snow globe. The sky extends into the light years of forever.
It was
fitting then, that as we headed east (into what for most of the rest of the
country is the Wild West), our celebration of independence extended into a
boundless sky. We could drive for days, we could see for days, we were free for
days.
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After 5
hours of a mercifully traffic-free drive to Walla Walla, we rolled onto the
gravelly drive at the charming Inn at Woodhaven Farm. I was
happy enough that it was as quaint and peaceful as I had hoped, but when
innkeepers Jill and Laurie invited us to help ourselves to the fresh homemade
cookies sitting right outside our door, I became certain that it would be a
very good stay indeed.
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