Ramparts and Rampage on Main Street
Welcome back to our inland island. What, haven’t been this way before? Don’t worry, even if you’re new it seems familiar, a shade of an America you may know.
FORTIFIED
In a nice, un-hyper-tensioning twist-of-fate, I’ve gladly been drafted as the latest In-land Octo-tern. My labor started with the big migration end game, boxes and shelving, but now Bob and I are onto the big gig, castle-building.
On easter morning, while the rest of town was shuttered with too much pastel candy and spring lamb hunks marinating for after mass, we started swinging the old pneumatic hammer and nails.
100 psi seems to do more to a 2 inch nail than a 700c bike tires. It was an all-day barn-raising, as we framed then sawed the towering battlements. 
My stonework is, um, not so exact. Can’t imagine hewing accuracy in limestone. I can’t do it in particle board. Still, by the end of day one, a definitive citadel, replete with arches which are less-than-catenary but passing to the innocent candy-addled youthful eye.
Over the next few nights we’d finish out the massing of the three walls, and finagle the small gaps and shims to a false sense of seemlessness.
INLAND SHORES
During the free days, I’ve poked around town, running or rolling to the edges of WW,W (which are not terrifically far out of range).
I rode out to Oregon Country as the last snow clung to the eastern foothills. It was only a few clicks south of home, so I took the old cruiser out and made a proper tour of it. Below is stateline road, the product of differing properties and regulation. The horizon, it can be noted, is usually unbounded around these parts.
Its all about cutting long straight lines around vineyards and grainfields.
As on queue, I flatted about the time I got to the rougher south end of town, walking first downtown for lunch then back home. Lunch was great .5+.5 soup+sandwich fare, but the fact that a sit-down spot serves everything in styrofoam wigs me the least bit out in my hippie skin.
HAPPENSTANCE, LOCALES
Zoe’s mom came to town to see our humble abode, deliver some drygoods, and generally well-wish. She also helped us tuck into our newly-beloved, mal-nomer-ed PHOSHO. Local bouef? NOM.
Taking on Bob’s suggestion and plentiful art supply stock, we spruce up the local IO current events messaging. Given that online listings are generally non-existant and local sites, while cute, can be atrocious. Its best to reach your clientele at street-level.
We’re gonna continue to be your eyes and ears and photobabbles here in the east-north-west.
Look out for—
NEXT STOPS
- Wineries
- The YMCA
- Pure Éire Dairy
- Thundering Hooves Grazed Meats
- Tour of Walla Walla Races
- Daily Cooperative Foods
- Balloon Stampede
- Spring Release of Walla Walla wineries
- Read books
- “Local” Macrobrew (Olympia, Rainier)
- Inland Octopus rainbow build and facade painting
Miss all your lovely visages, drop us a line or swing on by,
—D+Z, Three Seas, Clinton Court, Walla Walla
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