The Ellsworth home, Dayton.
Leg five of a six leg return home finds us parked under a grand old maple tree in front of the Ellsworth fully restored craftsman home, circa 1920s. They've been working on this house for nearly seven years, and just a veritable smidgeon of things remain on the punch list. We left the Hooley's early this morning, made he seven hour jaunt from Filer to Dayton to find the welcome open arms of the Ellsworth's. Mike took us on the nickel (Somewhat more costly, Mike would say). The place is magnificent. After the tour, we chatted awhile, then Make and I took his dog, Nelson, for a ball toss in the dog park. Dayton, Washington, if you've haven't been here is a quaint town nestled in the wheat, now wine country on the Southern border of Washington. It's literally filled with stately home, many of which are fully restored. The streets are wide, the people are friendly, and it's clearly a slice of heaven. Judy and I used to come down here every year before basketball season started for a weekend getaway. We'd enjoy a fine dinner at the now closed Patit Creek Restaurant, say and the fully restored turn of the century Weinhard Hotel, and do all the things romantics do. And then the next month Judy would become a basketball widow. So it goes, and so we enjoyed ourselves in the moment. The four of us enjoyed a nice dinner; we rambled across the usual subject matter, and then retired for the night. It's good to spend time with good friends because it makes life good, especially today.
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