The purpose of my trip to Walla Walla was to visit my foster son at the prison. However, the guard informed me I arrived on the wrong day. In spite of driving three hours from Spokane, he would not let me visit my son. I left the prison visitor's center feeling like an idiot. I was angry, but I quickly decided to make the best of things by touring the local community. In fact, I enjoyed the warm, friendly atmosphere of the downtown area, the old architecture, and the vibrant tree-lined streets.
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Oh wow, that's my greatest fear. 12000 miles for nothing. It almost happened last year. Main Street is nice I think, I first saw it in the winter and loved it, snow everywhere!
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