A basket of shiny red Washington-grown apples on the front desk greets me as I step into the lobby of the Inn at Lynden on a cold, rainy afternoon. My eyes travel from the apples to the flickering fireplace, the thick timber beams, and the rough wooden floors, and I feel squarely in the Pacific Northwest. The tall, rain-splattered windows look out onto downtown Lynden, a small city (population 14,000) in northwestern Washington state. The young woman at the front desk apologizes for the dreary day as she walks me to my room on the second floor. But as I get settled into my new home away from home, I start to thaw. Soon, I’m ready to explore the building. And there’s a lot to see. Read the full feature here.