Sunday, October 5, 2014

One Day In The Cascades--Leavenworth, WA

I had been looking forward to our little trip to Leavenworth for more than a year!  German Christmas traditions seem to hold me in thrall more than any other, although if you put the word "Christmas" before any other word you're speaking, you definitely have my attention.  I thought we should try to get there during the holiday season, and we probably would have if recent circumstances hadn't drained the coffers as they did, so we went on a cheaper weekend just in time for the Washington State Autumn Leaf Festival, replete with real, "the way they should be" parade and attendant festivities.


The best part about this parade was how easy it was to watch!  No clamoring crowds with big ol' adults jockeying for a good position in front of the kids, no endless lines of sleeping bags and sweaters holding places on the sidewalk hours before the start time.  When was the last time you went to a real parade and had such a good spot to watch from as did this little fella with the sun-kissed noggin? There were a lot of people in town that day, but I think the parade route was long and winding enough for us all to spread out in the perfect weather and enjoy ourselves...not very far from our $5.00 parking spot, as well,

Did I say it was a real parade?  It was.  It was festive and colorful, interesting and moving and had a lot of marching bands and pony-drawn carts and royalty sitting on convertibles and carefully constructed floats.  I love a good parade and hadn't had an experience like this for a long time.




 Desmond thought he should have those horses.  After all, hadn't he just spent the morning at the corral out behind our motel making friends with them?  (more about that later)





The town was pretty much closed off for the festival, but after the parade was over, my interest waned a bit, except for getting to the nutcracker museum to further fuel my relish for all things nutcracker!






The weather was autumn-warm, the sun high enough to elicit a squint or two and some tiny beads of sweat on baby's nose as he eventually slept in the stroller.  In this little Bavarian Village with a big reputation, I bought Italian bacon, suausage and sauerkraut.  Katy found the bakery and a Sophisticated Hippie boutique, which did not reflect hippie ideals in their prices, so all she bought was a couple of pastries.

Then we left town to have supper at Big Y diner on the road to Cashmere.  Should have got two slices of that piled-high-meringued lemon meringue pie, of which the meringue was golden and delicate but the lemon filling was the real hidden gem!  



5 comments:

Gorges Smythe said...

Sounds like quite a day! Cute little guy!

radagast said...

Sounds pretty wonderful!

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Desmond looks a lot like my son, Calvin, around that age. Calvin now lives with his mother in Burlington, Washington, which is straight north of Seattle and around 35 miles south of the Canadian border. Oh, and he will be turning 26 in December.

Penny said...

It was indeed a wonderful day (weekend)
Cute little guy, no thanks to me, Gorges, but I have to say thank you when someone says my grandson is cute. It just sounds too cheeky to say, "I know!"
Jerry, your Calvin is not far from us, then. We passed by there a couple of weeks ago on our way to Lynden! Small world and all that.

DeEtta said...

I love parades like that, also love Leavenworth.