Wrangler Dani

Life’s been stretching, pulling at the edges, allowing things to fall through the tiny fraying holes that we’ve been too busy to patch. Uncertainty made us fretful, work demands made us tired, hassles made us yearn for quiet ease, or at least a cessation of conflict for a moment. Both Adam and I were ready for something on Labor Day weekend, and weren’t sure what – on Thursday afternoon I paged through a magazine and saw a suggested road trip through Southeastern Washington’s wine country. That’s all it took; our bags were packed.

It turned out to be exactly what we needed: balm for our jittery, over-tired souls. We toodled around without a plan, trying wineries that sounded good and skipping ones that looked boring. We ate the largest burgers ever seen, got lost in miles of dryland wheat fields, found a waterfall and a historical monument, drank some great wine, enjoyed a couple of incredible meals and had our first Bed and Breakfast experience. We stayed up talking until late into the night, laughed ourselves silly and marveled at the beautiful country all around us.