It goes without saying that a weekend in Walla Walla without wine is—well, simply not possible. Big Papa and I sipped our way east, west and south of the city, trying a dozen grape varietals from Rousanne to Barbera at a smattering of the (now over 200!) region’s …
“It came right out of his butt,” Nate said, his voice filled with awe.
He held out his hand and extended a forefinger in our direction.
“It’s still warm. And soft!”
There is was: an eraser-sized blob of brown, gooey squirrel …
We spent four glorious days in Walla Walla this past weekend, our third trip to the town as a couple. We lay our heads to rest at the bucolic Inn at Woodhaven Farm, filled our bellies with gourmand delights at Creektown Café and swilled enough …
