Since our birthdays are just a couple of weeks apart (and we just felt like “gettin’ outta Dodge” for a weekend), in February Lee and I decided to explore the city across the border, Spokane.  Friends in Nelson had urged us to check it out – specifically the magnificent, historic Davenport Hotel.

For some reason (old Hollywood westerns, maybe?) we’d both held preconceptions of Spokane as some hokey, backwater cowboy town.  We were wrong.