When the leaves change, my girlfriends and I know it’s time to get to The lake for our annual getaway. We’ve had a tradition the last few years to come to Lake Chelan in late September for a long weekend to get away from it all. Think about it…kids and families are back in school (and all of our kids are back in college), the weather is still warm, but not too warm, and wineries are releasing their latest vintages. The locals can’t stop smiling-you can just tell the town is beaming at another busy summer season in the books.
This one was our best ever. Let me tell you all about it.
This year, we had three goals: drink in amazing views, fill our glasses with toe-curling wine, and sample food we’ll still talk about six months from now. Did we ever!
We all took Friday off of work and Bellevue was in our rear-view mirrors by Thursday afternoon. We pulled into our rental house (thanks one of the many vacation rental companies, even prettier than the pictures indicated) by 7:30.
Friday morning. locals kept telling me in previous trips that I had to see the views from Echo Ridge in the morning. I decided that this was the morning I took them up on it. 15 minutes from town, we arrived at the trailhead. 1000 feet up, the view took my breath away. Then, a funny thing happened. Amongst the quiet, the eagles, and the breath I could barely see for the first time this fall, for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could finally breathe. It’s a new must-do every time we come back from here on out. And trust me…if I can walk this trail, you’ll have no problem with it either.
We were back before noon, just in time for some very well earned mimosas and massages at Campbell’s Resort in Chelan. I don’t need to tell you we were in Heaven by two. We spent the rest of our morning browsing around shops downtown, planning our Saturday wine tasting.
Saturday: Where do I start? Breathing in the perfume that only comes during the “crush” season in Lake Chelan? Yes. Then, sipping the methode champenoise inside the caves at Karma Vineyards…debating whether the views or the Viognier were better at Nefarious…and taking the scenic route through Manson’s backroads to sample Hard Row to Hoe’s famous Tempernillo. Time flew, our flights were fantastic, and the day was over before we knew it.
We wrapped up our weekend with a Sunday brunch on the deck of our house, toasting our friendship, the fall, and next year on the lake. Next September can’t come soon enough.