A few months ago we made plans to spend my birthday weekend in Eastern Washington and well, the timing couldn’t have been better. After 5 weeks of dirt digging it was a perfect (and much-needed) excuse to relax and restore our sanity.
We left early Saturday morning, stopping by Whole Foods for coffee and breakfast (courtesy of that Living Social deal that was all over the interwebs last week). Two hours later, we were on the other side of the Cascades – the mountain range that officially separates the state between east and west. Since it was on our way, we made a quick stop near Roslyn, WA to check out a project that I’m working on. It’s a single-family home that’s just getting out of the ground. There’s not much to see yet, but it’s going to be rad. (Even though Kyle and I both work for Seattle firms (he works here, I work here), many of our projects are in the eastern half the state. We can’t always get over there as often as we like, so when we do, we tend to make an architectural field trip out of it.)
After leaving my site, we made our way further east to Cashmere, where a project of Kyle’s was recently completed. The owners had invited us out for the weekend and we graciously took them up on it.
Much like other parts of the country, the land here is incredibly dry right now, but the colors did make for some nice photographs.
I love everything about this shot. The house is modest in size, but completely warm and inviting. I know I might be a tad biased, but I am constantly impressed how every little detail was thought through. It’s a beautiful home that is well-sited and well-designed, but what I love most is that this is a house that really works for the family. For instance, there’s a retractable movie screen that is hidden behind the wood trim between the upper and lower windows. A projector on the opposite wall is remotely connected to a DVD player for nighttime movie watching (y’know, when you don’t have a panoramic canyon view to keep you entertained).
Oh, and Eames chairs with the fiberglass shells and dowel bases, how you taunt me. I need you in my life.
A small garage is tucked down the hill a bit, taking a backseat to the main home as you approach the site.
The four dogs got along great and Bailey was elated to run around the site, unrestricted by fences and leashes.
On Sunday morning, we drove about an hour and a half southwest to the Cave B Inn near Quincy, WA. We decided to tack on this little one-night getaway as a birthday/anniversary gift to ourselves.
The view from our room! Seattle may be all lush and green, but this part of the state is much more arid and desert like. The development sits up on the bluff, overlooking the Columbia River.
I couldn’t get over the rich colors (I’m also practicing shooting only in manual mode.)
Designed by Olson Kundig Architects and completed about 6 years ago, the inn is actually comprised of a main building (which includes a restaurant), a dozen or so Cliffehouses, 12 cavern rooms (which is where we stayed and is what you see above), and a smattering of yurts that dot the edge of the property and serve as overflow for larger events.
The stone was sourced from the site and used throughout the buildings. Normally I’m not a big fan of this style of architecture, but it totally works with the site and natural colors. Barrel vaults, I think we might be back on speaking terms.
Cave B also has an on-site vineyard and tasting room, which we hit up shortly after our spa treatments. Oh yes.
On Monday morning, we slept in(!) then made our way up to the lodge for breakfast.
One interesting aspect of the site is that there is no parking directly adjacent to the buildings. The different structures are accessible via foot paths, many of which wind through the vineyards. I took a little extra time to take photographs and when I finally made my way to the restaurant, I found this…
…with a mocha ordered and on the way. I’m a lucky girl. (P.S. – the place is very dog-friendly as well!)
After breakfast, we hiked around the property for a bit before heading back home. It’s usually still quite warm this time of year, but a weekend “cold” front meant it was in the mid-70′s and more or less perfect.
A picture of us together – crazy! My long-arm camera skills might need a little work, but we got it.
Eastern WA is known for their orchards and you’ll find all sorts of stands and trucks along the highways. We stopped at this one for some late season peaches and nectarines and some early season apples.
We were also surprised how many wind turbines we saw along the way. Go Washington, go!
Bailey passed out in the backseat, tuckered out from a kitten-free weekend of fun (we had some family in town that kittensat while we were gone).
We got home early afternoon and I continued my birthday celebration by opening a gift from my mom. The contents of the box included: Dwell Studio kitchen towels (in yellow and gray, my favorite), another homemade quilt, a copy of my hometown’s local magazine (y’know, so I can stay abreast of the small town happenings from 2,000 miles away) and some candy from our Alma Mater. Completely random, completely perfect. Moms are so awesome.
I was so surprised to see that my mom had whipped up another quilt (we got our first one not long ago). When I talked to her later that day she told me that as she started making squares, she kept seeing Lauren-related names pop up in the U.S. cities fabric so she decided it was meant for me. She then took the liberty to include as many subliminal messages as possible (hint: how many times do you see the words “Oklahoma” or “Tulsa”). I get it Mom, I get it. =)
Basking in the glory of being off on a Monday afternoon, we hit up happy hour at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants. Two braised pork tacos and a strawberry margarita later, we headed home for birthday hats and cake!
Yep, 31 candles on that lemon butter cake. Hard to believe I was 25 when we bought chezerbey.
Anyhow, it was a great birthday and a relaxing weekend and even though this post has nothing to do with our house we thought you all would sleep better at night knowing that we haven’t forgotten how to be normal. If only for a weekend.