Our island adventure begins at Lone Pine’s working farm and “agri-cultural” artist’s residency. For modest room+board+farm labor, artists make work and live simply. Ah.The collaborative energy of Lone Pine Farm really works, and the food is awesome, too.
Art on the Beach
We encounter artist Meghann Riepenhoff at the beach, busy creating her trademark “live” photographic prints that capture the vivid interaction of light and drifting tides. Magic.
We zip off-island to the Seattle Art Fair‘s sea of dealers, collectors, artists and 20,000+ visitors. We bump into old friend Namita Wiggers and marvel, “What are the chances? Small world!” Not really. It’s an art fair, not Nascar.
Seattle’s Chihuly Garden showcases the prodigious talent of native son Dale Chihuly, whose shimmering glass twirls, cones, discs, and spheres take your breath away. Photos don’t do this work justice — just get there.
After our posh weekend of “glamping” at Lone Pine, we cross several majestic, vertiginous bridges that look like art on our way to the quaint and quirky town of Port Townsend, Wa.
We catch the indomitable Maria Muldaur at a sprawling Blues Fest at Fort Worden. She and her Garden of Joy Jug Band kick up a little dust. We dig the evening’s moveable feast, Blues in the Clubs, savoring smooth, street-side jazz.
From its gritty waterfront to turreted Victorian homes, from farmer’s markets to lively pub scene, Port Townsend is a gem — and has the best fish & chips we’ve tasted anywhere.
We enjoy a serious round of backyard bocce with brother-from-another-mother, Jordy Pollack, childhood fratello from Wooster Square. We share a gooey memory of Pepe’s white clam pizza and flat, yellow beer.
Our idyll ends with a homegrown feast – including artichokes! — at my West Coast Editor‘s terraced garden on Quinault Loop. We celebrate our our new relationship with Dungeness crab and the Pacific Northwest. Delicious and gratifying — we will be back!