By Kirsten Telander Ah, the affirmation of Spring in the Walla Walla Valley. The town collectively feels the promise of a new season: the wheat and alfalfa provide for miles of green, winemakers visualize bud-break and chefs anticipate the local farms’ bounty. People continue to flock to our beloved, hip little hamlet for the wine,…

By J. Andrew Rodriguez Cycling in Walla Walla leaves you breathless. Not because you’re going up the occasional winding hill, flanked on either side by wheat fields in their emerald youth. Nor because you are screaming down another hill overlooking acres of vineyards or apple orchards. It’s that the Walla Walla Valley just feels like…