<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Washington</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/unitedstates/wa?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><description>Washington</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[Postcard From Tom: Seattle]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39988-2004Dec31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39988-2004Dec31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[CROW <em>(823 Fifth Ave. N., 206-283-8800)</em><br> Fear not: The bird of the title appears only in some metalwork in this former warehouse, a rustic bistro where the best seats await at the rear counter, behind which the cooks prepare your meal. Aim for codfish fritters, curry-fragrant...]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Stuff of Legend]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A43555-2005Jan2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A43555-2005Jan2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Bob Dylan as a museum piece? Well, why not? He's already been a folk singer, a rock star, a myth, a legend, a recluse, an actor, a best-selling memoirist and, of course, the Voice of His Generation.]]></description><author> Bob Thompson</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cementing a Literary Reputation]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48377-2004May22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48377-2004May22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Seattle is celebrating its smarter-than-thou self with the debut of what architecture critics are calling America's most exciting and important new library.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[School Days:  Salmon Season in Seattle]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8248-2004May7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A8248-2004May7.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[At  first I wondered if the praise heaped on Copper River salmon amounted to a fish story. In Seattle, during the one month a year it's available, Copper River salmon is accorded the kind of welcome usually reserved for heads of state, captains of industry and Britney Spears.]]></description><author> Roy Furchgott</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Northwest Passage]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A19406-2004Feb6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A19406-2004Feb6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Across the regal blue waters of the Columbia River Gorge, Beacon Rock soared skyward. As our paddle-wheel boat chugged along, a few passengers clambered to the top deck for a closer look at the 848-foot monolith. Two days later we gathered again, in a soft drizzle, as our boat surged with the waves of the river through a sweep of bays to the edge of the ocean. The following morning we traipsed through log cabins at nearby Fort Clatsop, a re-creation of a 19th-century encampment surrounded by tall Oregon pines.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[POSTCARD FROM TOM: Seattle]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A11125-2003Jul31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A11125-2003Jul31.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<em>Seattle is a food lover's paradise, brimming with luscious ingredients-and restaurants that do them proud, including these three:</em>]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Walla Walla: Grape A]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17927-2002Oct25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17927-2002Oct25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Tumbleweeds somersault across the highway headed into little Walla Walla, Wash. The air is tangy, scented with sagebrush. Vistas seem endless, empty of people, with rolling hills that heave up in great earthen bosoms.]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ferrying Around]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52335-2002Jun14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A52335-2002Jun14.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Day-trippers headed to the San Juan Islands often arrive at the ferry dock frantic. They've braved the 90 miles of congested highway north from Seattle, checked and double-checked the ferry schedule, and made the mad dash to the boat, hauling backpacks full of cameras and games and books, picnic baskets with baguettes and cheese and apples.]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Singin' the Blues From a Bunk]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36750-2002Mar29.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A36750-2002Mar29.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I walked in on the blues. It slid under dorm room doors, squeezed through half-open windows, sashayed out of the girls' shower where a diva-in-training moaned a wet, smoky lament: "I tell you, I'm a-gonna d-i-i-i-e."]]></description><author> M.L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Seattle With Michael Kinsley]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A30327-2001Nov2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A30327-2001Nov2.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The Former D.C. pundit serves as your guide to the "other" Washington.]]></description><author> Steve Hendrix</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Near Seattle, a Flower Frenzy]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49639-2001Apr6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49639-2001Apr6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The Skagit Valley air is clean and sweet, if you don't mind the green perfume of cow manure and -- for three mad weeks in April -- the afterburn of car exhaust. This diked flatland in northern Washington state is farm country, truck country, a pastoral Xanadu, the last place you would expect a big-city traffic jam.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[DETAILS: Old Seattle]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A21076-2001Jan4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A21076-2001Jan4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[GETTING THERE: Pioneer Square lies at the south end of metropolitan Seattle, a short walk from downtown hotels. You can also catch a quick bus ride in the city's Ride Free Zone downtown. Most scenic is a trip aboard vintage 1920s Australian street cars that run along the waterfront. They start at Pier 70, end in Pioneer Square and cost $1 to $1.25 per trip, depending on the hour. The street cars also stop at the foot of Pike Place Market, the culinary heart and soul of the city, opened in 1907.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Inside Story: Going Underground in Seattle]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A21074-2001Jan4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A21074-2001Jan4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[An early Seattle settler commented wryly that you could smell the city a mile or two before you ever saw it. This was especially true after high tide, when water flooded sea-level streets and the ingenious new flushing devices marketed by a Mr. Thomas Crapper tended to back up and erupt.]]></description><author> M. L. Lyke</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[POSTCARD FROM TOM: Seattle]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14765-2000Dec16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A14765-2000Dec16.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Plan to work up an appetite at Seattle's Pike Place Market, one of the country's finest food halls, before sampling the wares at these three enticing restaurants:]]></description><author> Tom Sietsema</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[West Point]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A12267-2000Nov4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A12267-2000Nov4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Emerging from the wilderness, beholding the mighty Pacific, I felt like Balboa. Great gray waves heaved onto the shore, sending tendrils of water and seaweed slithering over the algae-slick rocks. Offshore, steep-sided islands stood like small temples, their evergreen minarets stark against a low, roiling sky. Sea stacks, crowned with roosting eagles and cormorants, rose from the water like rock totem poles.]]></description><author> Sarah Clayton</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Top of Washington: Rainier's High Points]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49681-2000Jun23.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A49681-2000Jun23.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/wa</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:55 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[At 14,410 feet it is one of the tallest and, with its glaciers and active volcano, most dangerous peaks in the continental United States. A visit to Mount Rainier rewards the most casual hiker, and challenges the most serious climber.]]></description><author> Sarah Clayton</author></item></channel></rss>