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5 picks from Seattle.
Old streets, new restaurants, the kind of walking that earns dinner.
Sand, oysters, the kind of porch where the day just goes.
Three hours from Seattle, the Peninsula is the Pacific Northwest trip that earns the drive. Rainforest hikes that empty after the first mile, tide pools at Rialto Beach, a lodge dinner where the elk walk past the window. Three nights splits the difference between coast and forest without feeling like you're packing up every morning.
High desert at 3,600 feet with 16 breweries and the Deschutes River running through town. Three hours south of Seattle, you're waking up to Cascade views, eating dinner at a chef-driven spot that doesn't advertise, and realizing the ski town you thought was just for winter works in August.
Three hours north on the Cascades, you step off into a city where the mountains meet the water and nobody's pretending it's casual. Granville Island for lunch, Stanley Park when the light's right, dinner in Gastown where the servers know wine regions by soil composition.
Two hours on the Washington State Ferry, then you're on San Juan Island with a rental bike and a room at a 1907 inn that still remembers when this was the end of the world. Roche Harbor at sunset, lime kilns in the morning, dinner where the fishermen eat.
Trees, trails, fires, fewer people. The cabin kind of weekend.
High desert at 3,600 feet with 16 breweries and the Deschutes River running through town. Three hours south of Seattle, you're waking up to Cascade views, eating dinner at a chef-driven spot that doesn't advertise, and realizing the ski town you thought was just for winter works in August.
Two hours north of Vancouver, Whistler works year-round if you skip the obvious months. Late September or late May — the lifts are closed, the village is half-empty, and the Fairmont still runs like the Fairmont. Hiking the alpine meadows or mountain biking the trails nobody talks about until you're already there.
Three hours north on the Cascades, you step off into a city where the mountains meet the water and nobody's pretending it's casual. Granville Island for lunch, Stanley Park when the light's right, dinner in Gastown where the servers know wine regions by soil composition.
Two hours on the Washington State Ferry, then you're on San Juan Island with a rental bike and a room at a 1907 inn that still remembers when this was the end of the world. Roche Harbor at sunset, lime kilns in the morning, dinner where the fishermen eat.
Drafted by our agent, kept on the list when they hold up. Labeled honestly.
Three hours from Seattle, the Peninsula is the Pacific Northwest trip that earns the drive. Rainforest hikes that empty after the first mile, tide pools at Rialto Beach, a lodge dinner where the elk walk past the window. Three nights splits the difference between coast and forest without feeling like you're packing up every morning.
High desert at 3,600 feet with 16 breweries and the Deschutes River running through town. Three hours south of Seattle, you're waking up to Cascade views, eating dinner at a chef-driven spot that doesn't advertise, and realizing the ski town you thought was just for winter works in August.
Two hours north of Vancouver, Whistler works year-round if you skip the obvious months. Late September or late May — the lifts are closed, the village is half-empty, and the Fairmont still runs like the Fairmont. Hiking the alpine meadows or mountain biking the trails nobody talks about until you're already there.
Three hours north on the Cascades, you step off into a city where the mountains meet the water and nobody's pretending it's casual. Granville Island for lunch, Stanley Park when the light's right, dinner in Gastown where the servers know wine regions by soil composition.
Two hours on the Washington State Ferry, then you're on San Juan Island with a rental bike and a room at a 1907 inn that still remembers when this was the end of the world. Roche Harbor at sunset, lime kilns in the morning, dinner where the fishermen eat.
