Town of Twisp

The smoke situation is better for now, thank goodness, but town still feels deserted. On a typical summer day, Glover Street looks more like this picture.  

Why stop in Twisp?  Well, there's a bakery, gourmet grocery store, art gallery, coffee roaster, community center, the TwispWorks campus. And a popular Saturday market. A few specialty shops. A Mexican and pizza restaurant, also a gas station with a sub shop and salad bar. But if you want fast food, it's 40 mile drive to McDonald’s. I don't how long they can keep it that way. There is an ugly rumor about a Dollar General Store opening out on the highway.

The Valley is changing, especially the northern section which is a big destination for pricey outdoor sports. Biking in the summer, skiing in the winter. During the pandemic, the area attracted high tech money from Seattle, reflected in the building boom and soaring real estate prices for second homes. 

I drove up Mazama yesterday with the girls, and it's starting to feel like a miniature rustic Sun Valley. We went to the fancy store that everyone raves about and found it quite unfriendly. Then the swarms of yellow jackets on the toney espresso patio sent us packing back to Twisp.

Twisp still has a small town feel, and I've already met some my neighbors and exchanged contact information. I invited a couple over on Friday afternoon when John is here. That would never happen so fast in Seattle.

Early morning is the nicest time here and I've frittered away an hour with my laptop looking out the window at the sun coming up. Time to get moving. The air looks decent and Nova is going to help mow. Another busy day ahead with the girls.