That was a smart move to put the Timberline contest outside the paywall. The View From Your Window Contest is the reason I became a paid subscriber (though I do read Andrew’s columns as well — most of the time). It was also fun to read a bit about your history.
From a new sleuth:
Reading the anecdotes and remembrances of other readers at Timberline was an informative delight. I didn’t realize that was part of the exercise, or I would have sent you these thoughts: I live near Mt. Hood, and I’ve often sat at the table from which that photo was taken. My husband is part of a local search-and-rescue group, the Hood River Crag Rats, and they’ve often done rescues on that beautiful mountain.
He once slid partway down it in an avalanche. We’ve often spent winter weekends at a depression-era WPA-built cabin that still exists on the south side. We’ve also stayed at the Cloud Cap Inn, an amazing historic hotel that was opened to the public in 1889 and is still maintained by the Crag Rats.
Her husband’s frozen stache is way more impressive than mine:
On to this week’s view, a reader in Chattanooga writes:
Not much to go on. I’m guessing it’s in Greece, where they paint their doors blue because it’s cheaply available (but I forgot why). It has trees and grapevines, so maybe not the islands, where I recall grapevines are trained to grow in spirals just to catch the precious dew. Doesn’t look pristine or wealthy enough for the touristy islands. Feels like an older village. Poros?
In the background, there is either an amusement park with a dinosaur, or more likely a bright-green water tower. But, randomly, my water-tower rabbit hole took me on this tour in Ukraine (maybe an algorithm was just pushing the news):
It ain’t Greece, but it looked lovelier than it likely is this week or anytime soon.
From a reader in Canada with an Eastern European surname:
Thanks for a complete departure from my worried preoccupation with the invasion of Ukraine. My first thought was somewhere in South America, perhaps Ecuador, where I once taught English for awhile. But a googled mashup of words including “whitewashed” and “clay tiles” led me to Frigiliana, Costa del Sol, Spain. I’ll leave the amazingly detailed and fascinating recounts of locations to your other sleuths.
Another sleuth:
The laundry on the roof and the Spanish vibe made me think of those Deep. And. Meaningful scenes of the main character washing and hanging clothes in the film Roma (call me a philistine, but I thought the film a Crashing Bore):
The Spanish Colonial clay-tile awnings are in ill repair, so a poorer former colony? Putting all of my clues into one guess (with the hope few people who have not won yet come even close): La Romana, Dominican Republic.
Another guess for Latin America:
This view reminds me of the Casco Viejo part of Panama City. I’ve stayed there and walked many of the streets, but that was years ago. That’s as close as I can get and I am probably wrong.
Chini isn’t wrong:
He adds a cryptic clue:
More often than not, a Dish view taken on one side of the world winds up teaching you something about a spot ten thousand miles away. In this case, a bit of research for last week’s view proved crucial to finding this week’s almost instantly. (Sharp-eyed Dish viewers would have spotted a similar clue in your writeup for Puerto Peñasco …)
Giuseppe has more hints:
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