This post is part of Patrick’s “Beer & Gear” series.
Canada may be known for the Mackenzies and their beer drinking prowess but we didn’t fare so well up north in that department. Six packs of Molsen and Labatt were running about $12, yikes! After a week in Canada without a proper pint I had a bit of the ol’ thirst. Enter the little town of Bonner’s Ferry, Idaho. Just after crossing the border we pulled into town and parked alongside the Kootenai River to make some lunch. Afterwards, we hopped out of the Minnie to take a stroll around town. Low and behold the first site we saw was a sign reading BEER in big bold letters.
It’s been an indulgent week at Propane Kitchen. Not only did we tour Grand Coulee Dam, hike to a lake still dotted with ice, listen to accordion music played by a man wearing animal fur and marvel at Mt. Rainier & Mt. St Helens, we also stayed with Patrick’s friends and work colleagues, enabling us to take real showers multiple days in a row. I can’t stress enough what a treat that is.
Plus, thanks to a snafu with some reservations months ago, we stayed at the posh Hotel Monaco for free last night, and I’m writing this from a giant-sized bed while Patrick is out getting bagels. Continue reading
For dinner tonight we indulged in my sentimentality and went to The Red Grape, the place where all of this began. Where, on our very first date we talked so long they started to put the chairs up all around us. The Red Grape, on First St West in Sonoma, a local’s spot for casual pizza and pasta, just down the very same street where we found our first home together.