This winery's roots go back to the thirties — and the whole chateau sits on an old timber baron's dairy farm.

Come summer, folks haul blankets and wine onto that lawn for concerts — they've been singing out here since the eighties.

That old brick schoolhouse goes back over a century — nowadays it pours wine instead of arithmetic.

Folks call this corner Hollywood — a lumber baron planted hundreds of holly trees up his drive and the name just stuck.

Right here was Molbak's, the big garden store — sixty-seven years of springtimes till it closed, and the city's okayed a whole new development for the lot.

Funny thing about all these tasting rooms — hardly a grapevine in sight, the grapes all grow clear over the mountains in eastern Washington.

Two fellas started that whiskey outfit right there — every kernel of grain comes off one family farm over in Quincy.

The Herbfarm there does nine-course suppers — started back in the seventies with a farm family selling their extra chives, and grew into the whole evening-long affair.

That's Marymoor — the county's biggest park, six hundred forty acres, with a bicycle racing track and an old banker's mansion tucked inside.

The light rail rolled into old downtown Redmond back in May of twenty twenty-five — you can ride it straight through to South Bellevue.

Microsoft's been rebuilding its whole campus — seventeen new buildings and a footbridge over the highway, a little city unto itself.

Mario's American home is right there — Nintendo's been running the show from Redmond since the early eighties.