A Day Trip to Utopia
On a recent Saturday, my spouse and I took a country road that traced the lip of land between mountain and valley floor. After one curve, Colony Road met Colony Creek right where a blueberry farm spread out for acres on flat-bottom land. The trees cleared so we could scan southwestward to see refineries puffing away beyond Padilla Bay.
A few minutes later, we navigated narrow streets of a three- or four-block community. Neighbors had put fruits and vegetables on card tables for purchase. A church and a community club showed how town spirit still thrived. Between buildings and backyards, Colony Creek trickled behind the homes. We turned onto a main road, saw more signs about organic produce for sale, and turned at the crossroads where a post office, coffee shop, and café represented commerce not based solely on growing seasons.
A few minutes later we crept through our destination. Edison, Washington, is home to more than 100 people, but its reputation as a chic little town meant that the roads were busy and parking spaces crowded. We stopped at the elementary school at the edge of the community and walked into the town that was established in 1869.
For a rural community, the houses were packed tight in the four block by two block loose grid. Some lots included elaborate gardens; others had only small patios instead of yards. We circled the town’s commercial district, seeing gift stores, an art gallery, and woodworkers.