As luck would have it (and because we requested an early arrival because of an early flight in that was quickly accommodated), Chris was at the Ballard Bunkhouse upon our arrival. He's every bit as charming and inviting and authentic as his place, and after a little tour and a few colorful stories, I was ready to ask him if he wanted to join us for our family and friends weekend!

We couldn't have asked for a better location to call basecamp while we ventured north and south to go to a concert, hang with family and meetup with friends. What a treat to be (easy) walking distance to some of the best seafood and cocktails and vinyl shops and the absolute best Sunday market in the history of markets. The only thing sweeter than the peaches were the people peddling them.

Like Ballard, the bunkhouse + Airstream was eclectic and rich with texture and little bits of color that made it a treat. Comfy beds and creative space planning made it ideal for kids and grownups. Chris's desire to tend to us well didn't go unnoticed. Snacks on the counter, water in the fridge, toiletries in the bathroom and friendly reminders all around the house kept us wanting for absolutely nothing at all.

If Chris and the Ballard Bunkhouse are a proper cross-section of Seattle, then I just may have to pack up my family and move there for good. In the meantime, I'll just make this place my pick when I find myself there again.