This post is actually written for my son Nick.

(But you can read it too if you want.  It’s about the peppers I’m sending him–because the guests just don’t seem to eat enough of them!)


Hi Nick!

He’s back east without a garden, dogging his doctorate in Econ, so I’m sending him some of “our” peppers.

Background: Nick as a twenty-something, exhibiting typical Forbes social skills, put himself “into training” to be able to eat very hot raw peppers with a flat affect.  The purpose of the “skill” was tempting his “friends” on the debate team to partake as well.   A sort of culinary, come on in, the water is fine. . .”

Of course this tempted me to try to grow something that even Nick could not eat.

(The apple does not fall very far from the tree.)

So, here’s what’s on the “pepper menu” here at the Odell House.

To the right of the Poplar Street door.

The pepper Chenzo,


A feisty ornamental, developed in England, that we planted last year in a pot.  It looked too pretty in the fall to let freeze, so we overwintering it in somewhat rugged conditions in unit 2.  Lots of heat, but little water and almost no care.  Lots of sun.

And it came back at us this spring with a perfect vengeance of peppers.

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Which remain almost unmolested.

Really, they do get almost sweet when they turn red. . .honestly.

Near them on the steps is an interesting little number, still green at present, called Hinkelhats.

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In our climate they may never look like they are supposed to above, red, but are so incredibly hot that Nick may be the only one to make a report on their flavor.


For those of you that must know “Hinkelhatz” is Pennsylvania Dutch for “Chicken heart” and they have been grown since the 1880s, according to Seed Savers Exchange, “Traditionally used for pickling and making pepper vinegar. Small fruits (¾” wide by 1-2″ long) ripen from green to glossy red. 80-90 days from transplant. HOT.”

Chicken hearts–they do kind of look like that.

To the left of the door, a lovely and prolific pepper that I have made more than one meal totally inedible by not taking out the seeds.  It is innocently called “Lemon Drop”

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Rare Seeds reports “Seasoning pepper from Peru ripens to a clear lemon yellow, sometimes with a dark purple blush. The flavor is a very clean, uncomplicated, slightly citrus-y heat. 2-foot plants are covered with the thin-walled, conical fruits which reach 2-3 inches in length, with very few seeds”

Our advice?  Even if it has just one measly seed, take it out.  Left of the door, eat all you can. Take some home.  (Prolific).

Then on the other side of the house there is a stash in our private area



These are Hungarian Wax and Sweet Banana.  (Nothing sweet about them.)

And some which you are quite free to ask for if you are in the mood to really hurt yourself.




The upward facing longer ones (1.5 inches or less) are, as they report, Super Chili.

The middle a somewhat intimidating “Vietnamese Tear-Jerker”.

The ones to the right of there, (up in the picture below,) the very small ones, are described as “tiny slivers of fire”.


Or by the very short Hmong woman that I bought the plants from this spring at the farmers market,

“Very hot.”  (Sly smile.)

One seed source identifies them as “Chinese Ornamental”  Later saying they are great for containers.

My question, containers of what? 

I have been too frightened to touch them–except when I packed up a couple of handfuls for Nick. . .


So there you have it!  If you want some left in your unit now is the time to ask!

Spokane Farmers Market

We have a rather nice farmers market here in Spokane.



Several in fact, but the one I usually use is open Wednesdays and Saturdays eight AM to 1 PM.

Mid May to Mid October on Saturdays and Wednesdays, about a month at either end only Saturdays.


It is located off the Division Exit of I-90.  Just to the south of the highway.  5th and Division, 5th and Brown.  There is a small field there that you can see from the highway.

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Why this particular market?  Well, loyalty for one thing because we were involved for a number of years selling hand spun yarn from our sheep and goats up at the farm.  Finally we just got too busy and had to cut back on that activity.  (Though I still spin on occasion and the carding equipment exists in the basement.)

Locally-produced food is undoubtedly better tasting and better for you and the planet.

Alice Waters from the Wall Street Journal

“This movement [valuing local food] poses a threat to fast-food businesses and industrial food companies, both of which I predict will continue to shape-shift and co-opt their values for profit. As long as their products continue to be supported by government subsidies, they will be successful. The reality is that the sustainable-food movement’s reach will grow only to a point and ultimately will be limited to those with access, means and education—unless legislators dramatically change food and agriculture policy.

I think that those in government will come back to their senses in the coming years and begin to subsidize farms instead of factories. As access to real food becomes increasingly divided between the haves and the have-nots, food security will become even more of a social-justice issue.”

(A good example oF corporate interest shape-shifting was the Starbuck’s infamous series of field trips to actual local coffee bars to see what ideas they could come up with to seem more “real.”  Apparently they took up a lot of space for a time and bought no competitor’s coffee.)

Here by the way is one of our favorite coffee roasters:


(Great coffee–you’ll find some and a grinder in your unit, but visit them too–right across the river in Kendall Yards)

The Farmers Market sadly offers no coffee, but makes up for it with several great bakers, cheese makers, organic meat (Beef, goat, pork, chicken)  seedlings, flowers, wonderful fruits and vegetables in season, and eggs.

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On weekends, when our little flock cannot possibly keep up with demand, we sometimes supplement our egg production with other home-kept chicken’s offerings.


Anyhow, the market is easy to find and not five minutes away by car, or an easy bike ride.  Go east on the Highway to Division St exit, bear right, go right at the light and it is there to your right.  Or wend your way through town, under the highway and follow 5th east until you run into the market field.

That thing in the bathroom–a Turkish Towel

A Turkish towel is a fine thing.

I discovered them hunting for “all cotton towels”–which as you can imagine we use a good number of, and replace pretty frequently. (They get washed a lot).

Up popped Turkish Towel.

And now we have some.

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Until recently, I didn’t know that a Turkish towel is a cotton or linen flat weave (no loops like terry) cloth that is soft, very absorbent and quick drying.  I found some on Amazon and some on Etsy.

Nervous at first about having things shipped from Turkey I was hesitant to go to the source with Etsy.

But after a while I got over it, lured by the deep colored ones above.  I found a very nice and communicative Turkish shop who in due time (about a week) shipped me the best ones I have come across.

Here they are.

All the towels are nice, and all are cotton and/or a linen blend, but these are thicker, came out of the bag smelling faintly (and nicely) of goat rather than petroleum.  I wash everything anyway, but there was no doubt in my mind that a bit of goat was a lot better for the weaver–and there is no doubt these are hand woven–than whatever else was being applied.

They are excellent for drying yourself after a bath, wrap and dry hair very effectively.  They are also easier on energy as they dry very well on their own, can be line dried without getting crunchy, and take less both washer and dryer space if you use the machines.

Never mind, in use they add a certain flair to the user–better illustrated than described.  🙂


A nameless Turk modelling in his natural environment. .  .

The Gazebo and Kitchen Garden on the Poplar Street side.


This rather stunning photo is of a winterscape at Hidcote Castle.  It is in England–where they take gardening pretty seriously.

In case you were wondering, the strong geometric influence behind the twin gazebos–one of which you can walk through to reach the other if you were to approach from the side–is a group of pleached Hornbeams.


Pleaching.  A task outside my vision, and one I am sure would not excite Rick, who often gets the “heavy labor” side of inspiration.  Still, it is an interesting effect.

We got our square and circular effects in a slightly less labor-intensive manner.  (This was of course by cheating: copying the already nifty architecture on our corner.)



I ran across the formal Hidecote garden while looking for design ideas for the Odell House gazebo and kitchen garden. We’ve had plans to build something for years, but just got ’round to of late.  We also wanted to enclose the space and on the side of the house that, well, originally had the central kitchen.  The Poplar Street and south face.  But we didn’t want to create an eyesore–which can be a problem when the uneducated (us)  plop something down in the middle of the work of people who did know what they were doing.  Our answer?  Careful research and hiring someone who could build on site in the manner of the original carpenters.

And that would be Dave:



One of Dave’s gates.

On to the Gazebo!

A small structure in a garden is not a new idea by any means.  Below, the little kitchen garden pavilion at Monticello–the home of Thomas Jefferson, who experimented expensively with horticulture in the Colonial days of America–a lot of the focus was in growing vegetables.


Of course, by “cultivators of the earth” Jefferson is referring in 1790 to his 118 slaves who actually did the work in the garden.

Their plot is of course a lot more elaborate than ours. . .


Back in Spokane, we decided to have fun with the Gazebo roof structure, mimicking the Odell House roof lines, attempting to give it a feeling of “always there.”  This is also a common hope that the smaller “outer house” will mimic some features of the larger one


(Practical note: A more recent photo of the same area: below to the right of the gazebo we installed a gas grill. This is common space–please go cook whatever you cook. That area over the lawn is also a good place in nice weather to smoke–which  is not allowed within 50 feet of an opening window or door of the main house.  The advantage of course–assuming it is not raining is that one need not sweep up ash.  Small flower pots make ash trays–please to not transport any of these items into the house or house trash cans.  The general refuse area is just behind the parked cars. )


Here is the gazebo creator, our carpenter Dave, on the job, if notoriously camera shy.


You will note no construction debris.

This is because every single day when Dave left, the place was neat as a pin.  (Part of his day is cleanup.)  And so he would go off in the evening, taking with him yet another chair for regluing, appearing again in due time to tackle another phase.   And in the garage I would find the repaired chair, and on returning it to its mates, pick another for a trip to “Dr. Dave’s”.

(There are few things more wonderful for beefing up maintenance than having a dedicated cabinet maker regularly on the place.)


We painted the interior one of our lesser used trim colors–Templeton Grey.  It makes the interior recede a bit.  The door with circular window was a chance find at an architectural salvage place.  We like how it mirrors the main house details.  The second little landing deck makes the step up less severe, and is offering another place to grow food instead of lawn.


Back to Dave and the details of the project.  People actually stop to take photos of the fence all the time.  Not that it is fancy. It is very simple, made out of cedar and simple 2×4 inch rectangular woven wire.



But like everything Dave does it is well crafted and every detail thought out and executed with care.

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The self closing “cannon ball” gates were his idea.


The clenched fist hitching posts (there are a pair) were popular c. late 1800 when there were actually equines to be tied up.

The gazebo soffits (under the roof line) are antique bead board–just like the main house.


Dave created trim to match the house as well.


The siding is cedar, identical to the original.


The decks are redwood to resist rot.




We think it fits nicely.

Looking across the kitchen garden to the Wakefield.


So why a gazebo?

Sitting outside, with just a little protection is wonderful.  Part of our nature.

But the the apartments on the south side of the house have no porch.

Attempting to share the main porch, if you have not rented apartment A or B means you are sitting right next to the current residents bedroom.  That just doesn’t work.

Seeing the need across multiple tenants, I wanted a common space that was easy to access for everybody, but not connected to any one unit.  I wanted something that took advantage of the beautiful view north to the Wakefield and bluff.  A place to take shelter from either the sun, or the prevailing wind, depending on the day and season.

Thanks Dave!



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Above, our version, lacking several hundred “employees,” of a raised bed–the straw bale garden.  If you want to read more about that please see:


Oh, and PS, (don’t tell Rick,) thought daunted by tree pleaching, I am somewhat interested in topiary. . .





For pretty relaxed folks you’re very rigid about your booking procedures. How come?

Here is the short version about booking and check in: (stories further down if you want them.)

We do not have a front desk–nor any employees. 

It’s just Rick and Dale and the other friendly people who live and stay here.

Official check in time?  3PM 

Check out time? 11AM

That said, we are actually very relaxed abut these times. 

If we can make a schedule work better for you, either coming or going, we are happy to do so.  Just let us know.

(Unannounced late check outs are very stressful for us and we do charge if people surprise us by not asking first–and that is a practicality.  If we work our day around getting ready for a three PM arrival and find the previous guest’s belongings still in the unit at one, that makes us really nervous–and inclined to call the other partner off whatever job they are on, to help in a hurry!)

We are very relaxed about your arrival because we are are in fact pretty rigid about communicating booking and check in information.  Mistakes happen–but they are rare.  We consider it an emergency if we think you do not know where to park, what door to use, where your keys are, what the Internet codes are–without us being there.

As policy we do not hold reservations for more than twenty-four hours without billing information, and you MUST get check in instructions well before arrival.  Communication is key.  We probably will not be visible when you arrive because by that time our job–getting ready for you–has been completed.  We are here if you need us.  Let’s not make check in an emergency.

That’s the message of this post, and the rest is a story or two, which you can read if you like.


To illustrate this I’ll give you a story–maybe two–and a half with the final update. 🙂

I had a moment to write this waiting on a guest scheduled to arrive with an incomplete reservation–about the middle of April.

It is noon and I should be at the barn–I have another job, I train horses and teach riding almost every day.  But not today: the last moment guest guests who booked recently wrote and said they would be arriving at noon, would that be convenient for me?  Visiting from Canada, they did not want to use their phones–just email.  I had emailed back that noon was fine BUT I needed billing information before I could send them check in instructions.  I have not heard back.  And so I am waiting, lessons cancelled.

These particular guests have been slightly problematic.  They arrived through Trip Advisor which can be fine, but in this case meant they did not have a lot of the information one can get from fishing around in our website and blog.  Trip Advisor has some very basic information, but not what you can get in the details of the website and blog.  And the link on TA  can be subtle.

Several emails began the process.  They were going to stay three days.  I quoted them the discount for that, and asked them to get back to me with billing information.

That is the order of things.

Why so rigid?

Mainly because one part of the process leads to the other, the end goal that when guests arrive they will be sure of the following things:

What apartment they have booked, the correct night,  and at what price.

The correct address.

Where to park.

Door codes and or key locations.

Internet codes.

When we make a reservation, including an email address, a note gets sent automatically containing some links to our blog posts on places to eat, neighborhood information and contact information.  It also outlines cancellation policies, check in times, etc. Guests need to know these things.  They have a window to ask questions and can cancel without penalty if something looks amiss.

Q. Why can’t guests just give billing information when they arrive?

A. Because we don’t have a front desk and we can’t send out check in information without knowing how to bill.

In fact, we will 100% not give check in instructions without billing instructions.

And this brings me to the second part of my story which explains how this came to be.

One Sunday, a number of years ago in a desperately slow March just after the financial downturn of 2009, I got a call from a man saying he was a minister of a local church and needed help.  They had an inspirational speaker coming into town who had had his wallet stolen in the airport after security.  The man was traveling without cash or ID and of course all of his credit cards had been cancelled.  The pastor said he himself was on a retreat in Kellogg but would be home Wednesday and would come and write us a check for the good man’s lodging.

Would we please take him in?

A thrill of do-goodedness filled me as I told the man the price and said it would be fine to pay us on Wednesday.

I told Rick, Isn’t it great to have a business where you can make decisions like this?  NO chain could do this!

Rick looked patient, if not entirely convinced.

The local minister left us a cell number, but warned us that his was out of range where the retreat was happening. He told me the speaker’s name and when he would arrive.

The appointed hour arrived and down the street from the bus stop came limping a disheveled middle-aged man, dress shoes lightly scuffed, shirt partly untucked, leading a rolling bag down the side-walk.  He looked totally stressed.  I led him around the unit–our nicest one at the time, offered him a glass of water and showed him a few supplies I had stocked his refrigerator with.  He was totally grateful, recounted what a stressful day he had experienced.

I gave him the keys and left, feeling like I was doing the right–and nobly trusting–thing.

Wednesday rolled around, and towards five when I had not heard from the original booker of the unit, who now of course was supposed to be home from his retreat, I made a call.  No answer.  I left a message.

Thursday came and went.

I left another message.

On Friday I decided I’d need to go into the unit.  Rick and I did this together.  It was empty–probably since Wednesday.  Reeking of cigarette smoke, piles of half eaten frozen dinners and partially opened cans littered every surface.  The couch had soup spilled over it, the bed side table had been burned by the lit matches cast onto it.

The toilet was unflushed, the sink literally overflowing with dishes and sodden food scraps.

The place reeked. 😦

To the side of the bed was a pamphlet from the local church.  After several desperate preliminary trips with garbage to the dumpster, I called the pastor of that church.  I told him the story and he asked me to describe the man.  I did and he said that was very odd, as a man matching that description, claiming to be a pilot moving to Spokane had complained of a broken down car, needing money for repairs.  The pastor had given hims $200 and some food from their food bank.


Same guy–the food from the food bank strewn around, every package open, mashed, but not really eaten.  Hundreds of dollars of food, partially consumed pizzas, mixed with cigarette ashes.  A loaf of bread floating with the dishes in the sink.


And as Rick and I figured by tracing phone numbers, the original call had not been from the local minster on retreat, but from the man himself, setting up the situation as though asking for help for a known friend.


I called the police, reported the incident.  It took us two weeks to put the place to right.  $600 worth of sheets and duvet covers were discarded for burn holes.

I’m just glad the house survived.

And that, fellow travelers, is why we insist on names, phone numbers, email addresses and credit card numbers before we give out check in information.

My Canadian travelers?  It is closing in on 2:00 and they have not arrived.

I cannot send them check in information–we have no billing information.

If I leave they will not know which door to come to, where to park, or how to get in.


And if they did arrive, without these clues–they have a reservation!–they would probably knock on all doors reachable, disturbing innocent guests, or stand forlornly on the porch with their useless phones, wondering at the lack of service we provide.


I will stay until 2:00


You’ll notice there are no pictures in this post.

Oh here is one for you,

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Which is what I think I am going to go do now.  He does not get too far. . .I can still see the porch.

Update 4:13PM my guests call from a pay phone!

We’ll be there in twenty minutes! But we are at a pay phone, we can’t call when we arrive.

I answer, Okay, I’ll wait and watch for you. . .

Update 5:24  PM after waiting more than an hour  in a brisk spring wind on the porch I gave up and wrote a note to be taped to the door recommending the other B&B who I see has vacancies and is only three blocks away–$45 a night more expensive than us, but they have employees–and that is what it costs per guest if you do.


As I walk upstairs, discouraged after almost six hours of waiting, a stunningly beautiful blonde woman walks up to the door.

I go to meet her, retrieve the note, check them in, saying, I am so happy you have arrived, I have waited for hours! 

She corrects me, taking off her shoes at the door: “I only said we would be in town at noon, not that we wanted to check in then. . . ”

The moral of the story?

Please, please PLEASE understand that we are trying to make life predictable and easy for everyone by following a certain order of business.  And if you travel without a phone it is fine–really, we were in business before cell phones were even common–but if that is the case you must help us to make your arrival seamless by obtaining information before it is an emergency–and you yourself are left standing in a brisk wind on the porch with no clue what to do next.

In short, if you have communication problems please attempt to be sure that they only have to do with the electronics. . . .

Update 10AM following morning.

Guests departed having done own dishes–much appreciated–but tell me what is wrong with this picture?


The huge fan will give it away I am sure, but please note in old houses with claw foot tubs it is advisable to bring the shower curtain to the inside of the tub when taking a shower.  It is only left to the outside for a cleaner look, and because nothing is better than a 5 foot claw foot tub for a bath–except a six foot one. . .

Anyway, we arrived in the morning to clean up and found they had flooded the bathroom floor–squishy wet!  Thus the fan and abject apologies to the next guest who we upgraded to another unit.

There is a code that you might not know about in the business; that is the stealthy addition of the simple letters “DNRB” behind a guest’s name in the electronic file.  It is rare to earn this title from a hotel, and what it means is that the damage inflicted by the practices of a particular guest make it a liability to accept reservations from them.

Do Not Re Book.

Just forgetting to put the shower curtain in will not earn you  this badge–as you can see it takes a concerted, in fact dedicated, effort! 🙂

As always, if you have questions, ask!!!

Unit D, Anna’s Apartment

Unit D was named for a long-time resident whose politics we greatly admired.  It is a medium-sized, second floor, one bedroom apartment on the south and west faces of the house.  The main entry is off the Poplar Street side of the house:


Those are the living room windows on the second floor, just to the right of the entry.

Background: When I bought the Odell House in 1997, roughly 99 years after its construction, to say I was overwhelmed with the updating required was a bit of an understatement.

The house was in many ways well taken care of, always owner occupied, and updated as needed–just not very recently.  The kitchens and baths were all were carpeted, the appliances about twenty years old at the time, much of the interior paint a very light green.  The kitchen floors were on my hit list as first priority.  Every unit got a new refrigerator.  I replaced some, but not all of the stoves.  Everything got painted.

That was 17 years ago.


I’m not saying time stood still.  We replaced the roof ($80,000 and three roofers later, one still in jail–but that is a different story.) We’re painting the exterior face by face.  Kept working on the apartments as time, money and need arose.

In December of 2013 we discovered a leak in Anna’s Apartment.  And the leak led us to replacing the bedroom ceiling, and refinishing the floors.  And while we were at it, remodeling the kitchen.  And the bath.  Construction is like that.  And such a mess really that you might as well get it done all at once.  (That is the thought anyway.)

So here is what it looks like now:


Entry off second floor landing.



Living room above.  On the other side is a full futon, and on the wall near the door a dining table.



This combination of a drop leaf table and glass cabinet make a breakfast nook at the end of the galley kitchen.


Here’s the galley kitchen, which needs a bit of explanation.

In the old version there was an apartment sized electric stove, then a rather large refrigerator from the nineties stacked in a row just beyond the metal sink base–a vintage piece that I actually like.  (Gutting an apartment is a word developers use.  In remodel of an old house there are always charming elements that you want to keep–as well as some that just need to go.  Usually things from the last remodel that have plain worn out–or were not well thought out.)  Anyway, the refrigerator was an example of not well thought out.  It completely blocked the use and opening of the glass cabinets to the end.


We repositioned the new refrigerator under the L in the counter top.  Where is it, you are asking?

Right there below the microwave.

It is an under counter, Electrolux, double-drawer refrigerator.  I have lived with and loved an identical one for six years now.  They are wonderfully energy-efficient, have really a lot of space (6 cubic feet).  No freezer.  But, it is very easy to put a similarly energy-efficient chest freezer elsewhere in the house.  In this case in the laundry/utility room just outside the hall door of this apartment.

In the lineup where the old fridge and stove used to live are an 18 inch Boshe dishwasher, a bit of cabinet space, a wall oven mounted low in custom cabinet, topped by a two burner induction cook top.  (These are great, safe also energy-efficient inventions.  They simply refuse to work if you do not have a magnetic pan.  Out with the aluminum!)


What you are looking at is more than $4,000 worth of top of the line appliances in a $2,000 custom counter top.


The floor is from the nineties–tile I had put in.  The sink is from the fifties–works great, re-plumbed of course to accommodate the new dishwasher to its side.


The rather charming original wood cabinets from the twenties remain.


and back out into the hallway, breakfast nook to the left.


Above, bedroom door to the left and left again to the bath.

Below, and to keep in mind when thinking of this unit for extra guests, the entry to the bath is in the corner of the bedroom.



What you are seeing is a new tile floor, with a pebble exterior, a vessel sink over a custom soapstone vanity that creates a shelf over the radiator.



The huge claw foot tub remains,


but got a new, larger, chrome shower ring, new faucet and shower hardware built for this purpose.


I’m sure you will miss the hose I had clamped onto the old faucet for years to create a shower


So there you have it.  Three months, $30,000. 100% Energy Star rated.

Just a note about this and all the claw foot tubs in the house.  Please, please, PLEASE position the shower curtain INSIDE the tub if you take a shower.  You see below the wrong way to do it, though we frequently leave them like this after cleaning for those who want to take baths.


This is not Anna”s Apartment, but C with the bath room sadly flooded by a careless guest who showered with the curtain out–you can see it in the photo, along with the huge fan we positioned to quickly dry the floor.  Not good!!!!

Back to the kitchen.  A lot of people who believe they can’t live without a large refrigerator are surprised once they experience the convenience of a small one.  And that’s not too odd really, considering that in Europe, most apartment refrigerators are under-cabinet, and even smaller–three cubic feet.  Why?  Because people live near grocery stores and tend to shop every day.  That would be about like Browne’s Addition.  Never mind that right after the water heater and electric clothes dryer, the refrigerator takes the third highest toll in energy use in most households.)


Not this one.  Under half of the energy requirement of the old one.  (One advantage of drawers in a refrigerator rather than doors is the cold air does not “tumble out” as you open it.  Same for chest freezers.)


The open cabinets to the left are very useful for storing the extra bottles of whatever you might like to put in the refrigerator next.    And zero energy used maintaining the backups.

Consider the alternatives.

Anyway, to say we’re pleased with Apartment D’s update is a great understatement.  We are hoping you like it too!

Public Transportation to and from the airport.

People ask about airport transportation without a car pretty often.

(This is either going to be the most boring or most useful post of your booking experience.  Personally, I like to know what to expect when I venture off on public transportation in a strange place.  Nothing like getting off the bus at dusk and walking in the completely wrong direction!)

Getting to and from the airport  IS VERY EASY HERE. Though keep in mind this is not the case for Spokane as a whole.

You can take a cab for about $20 from or to the Spokane airport, (GEG),

105 South Poplar Street, and 2325 West First are the two Odell House house addresses.  Wakefield is 2828 West First. Zip code for all is 99201.

There are almost always cabs at the airport, but if you would like to call one the most common service seems to be City Cab 509-455-3333

But I also hear very good things about Felix’s cab service (509) 995-3905  (Yes, owned by Felix who must have taxed sleeping hours as he is open from 3AM to midnight)


We are a very walkable neighborhood, so if you you like to walk, are a reasonably light packer, and don’t want to rent a car, you really don’t have to.  Rick also offers a bike loan program in suitable weather.

But, back to the airport,  you can also hop on the bus!

(And you would be like a lot of people recently who do:


If you don’t want a cab, or would like to save the roughly $40 here and back–which is pretty comparable to a 24 hour economy car rental–there is also city bus line with a stop three blocks from the Odell House.  The current schedule is every half hour on the weekdays and every hour on the weekends to and from the airport.  The cost is currently $1.50 per trip.  They accept cash but not credit cards and cannot give change.


The ride takes 11 minutes, the walk to the house 3-5 minutes.

Be sure to check the link below and confirm bus times, particularly if you are traveling very early or late.  It is not a 24 hour service, and more limited on Sundays than Saturdays. An early morning Sunday or Holiday departure would be problematic.

This is a link that gives you a larger version of the map below and current time table of route 60, airport, Browne’s Addition

The advice from their website is as follows

  • Be sure you are visible to the bus operator as the bus approaches. Stand as close to the sign or shelter as possible.
  • As you board, ask the bus operator for a 2-hour pass (transfer) if you need one.  (Which you will not if you intend to come to the Odell House, there are no changes necessary)
  • If you don’t know which stop is the one closest to your destination, ask the bus operator for help. When you are one block away from your stop, either push the yellow strip or pull the overhead bell cord. The operator will let you off at the next bus stop.


Your general destination is Browne’s Addition.  Bus Route 60.  The easiest stop is the corner of 2nd and Spruce.


On the map above, your stop would be by the little 2–Second and Spruce St.  (The Odell House would sit roughly under the  little 2.)

Rick and I took a trip to the airport this morning via bus to show you what it’s like.

Not the prettiest season–March in Spokane–but you can see things well without the trees.

Here’s our little visual tour from the airport and back:

From the Spokane airport there are two bus pick up locations:

Outside the C concourse near C baggage claim:


That’s to the “entering traffic” side of the one way route under the walkway,

and another at the end of the A-B Concourse–to the “leaving traffic” side of the A-B baggage claim.


They both have one of these little glass shelters with seats.  This one is just before the car rental places on beyond the A-B concourse baggage claim–the door to the left is easiest:


Bus arriving to  the A-B concourse stop:


The trip from the airport to our area takes 11 minutes.  You will cross a major bridge and turn left (right by our favorite espresso joint which also has a bus stop by it for route 60,) and left again where the houses will look more residential–large older homes converted to apartment.  In a couple of blocks you’ll begin to circle clockwise around a large park.  (The park by the way is called Coeur dAlene park and it is the site for a lot of fun things like Art Fest in early June, and concerts every Thursday night in the summer.)  Sadly it no longer has the fountain,

Coeur D'Alene Park Spokane, WA

The trees are present and accounted for, and so is the gazebo.


Really, Browne’s Addition is lovely in the summer.  But back to the bus!

You’ve circled around the park on two sides to the Spruce and Second stop: (Be sure to ring the bell there by the park if you have not told the driver where you are going.)


Photo taken of the park drop off location.

Here’s the the view across 2nd as you get off the bus in the park.

Walking from the stop to the Odell House: 

You are now on Second and Spruce, one block east and two blocks south of your destination at the corner of First and Poplar.

(Keep in mind that though you’d intuitively expect to find First Avenue one street over from Second Avenue, in reality Pacific runs between them.) 

On exiting the bus, you’d walk away from the park, one block north on Spruce,  toward the large red/brown clinker brick building in the left (built circa 1902).

(It’s really detailed on the front, but you can’t see that yet.)




Here’s the other nice half timber house on Spruce and Pacific that you’ll be walking towards:


a gray and white half timber duplex (circa 1901) ,

Go left (west) on Pacific for one block


and then you would find Poplar St. to the right. 


This yellow house sits on the corner of Poplar and Pacific–sister house to Odell House, very similar architecture.  You’d be turning right now, you can see the red roof of the Wakefield House at the corner.


Turn right, north on Poplar Street one block and you’ll find the Odell house on the internal corner of First and Poplar. (With thee large Poplar Trees flanking that yard–go figure.)


This is the Poplar Street face of the house, showing the diagonal parking lot off Poplar Street–the second photo in summer just after we finished the little gazebo.


This is the Poplar entry, the other entries are from  First Ave, around the corner.


On the map above, Coeur D’Alene park is on the middle left side, above the arrow.  The top left of the park is the bus stop.   The Odell House is the little red star above the park.

So now you want to go back to the airport:

(We hope you have had a wonderful time.)

Get yourself back to Spruce and Second–you know the way now.


Pick up the #60 bus (NOT the 61 or you’ll end up in Airway heights,) from the corner of Spruce and Second.  The stop is not on the park, but diagonally across the street from where you arrived:


Back up the hill for an 11 minute ride:



I think there is only one drop off at the airport, at the C concourse, as that is actually very close to the check in of the A-B concourse too.

Have a nice trip home, we hope we’ll see you again soon.