We just returned from a lovely break in Chelan. Being over in Eastern Washington is like going to another world. It seems like everything is just slower. I LIKE IT!
I was out for a early morning walk (because baby does not care if it's my vacation, he's getting up at 5 am, dammit) in this little town called Manson and it made me wonder what it would be like to live in a small town. Village, really. Okay, I did grow up in a 'small town' but honestly, if you can drive to a city in fifteen minutes, does that really count?
I stopped for a latte and a scone (that's pretty citified if you ask me, I should have gotten a cup of drip and a muffin) at this cute little ma-n-pa coffee shop. The owner was working behind the counter and there were regulars perched up on stools, chatting away about happenings around town. Baby was admired and flirted with everyone. We got the coffee to go and went and sat on a bench outside. I'm not lying when I say not one car passed in that 15 minutes we were sitting. Lovely!
Further down main street, there was a farmers market. Super fresh produce and flowers from local farmers - heaven.
So, now back on the west-side, I've fought traffic back and forth to work for two days, and I'm ready to go back to the middle of nowhere. I wonder if I could really hack it, being isolated like that. I'm guessing it would get to me after a while. The grass is always greener, right? Hmmm. Eastern Washington? Okay, the sagebrush is always browner - that sounds about right!