Posted on July 24, 2014
Memories of a blazing hot summer day spent first touring the 115-year-old Lytton Springs estate of Ridge Vineyards, then retreating to a cool, private tasting room to enjoy local cheeses and some of Ridge’s best single-vineyard zinfandels.
Posted on July 23, 2014
Sometimes one little planning oversight can derail your plans in the most wonderful of ways. While we were in Sonoma, the Mister had put together a romantic day of biking from vineyard to vineyard, picking a few local gems that didn’t require reservations so we could linger if we felt like it or follow any detour that took our fancy. Scribe Winery came highly recommended and we excitedly biked up their dusty gravel path, passing rows and rows of lush green vines. When we approached the hostess, we were dismayed to learn that we’d misread the website: reservations were required and they were all booked up for the day.
We were out of breath from our ride, and I think the hostess took pity on us, offering a cool, generous pour of their Estate Reisling, and a Pendelton blanket to spread out in the grass and relax for a while. We found a perfect shady spot on the hillside that looked out on the valley, and soon after the hostess sent over an icy carafe of water and a board of peaches, nuts, cheese, and olives. As we sipped on the reisling, I looked at the Mister and proposed that we buy a bottle and stay on that hillside. So for the next few hours we did just that.
It was cool and breezy in the shade, and it was a lovely change to get to know one good bottle of wine at it’s vineyard instead of a rushed sampling of five or six. Partway through the bottle, I looked up and recognized an old friend from grad school, teaching her little daughter to roll down the hillside. Laughing, we called out each others names and were so happy to get to meet the families we’d each built in the time since we’d last seen each other.
No amount of planning could have led to a vineyard visit quite like this, and I’m hopeful that this sort of happy mistake finds me a little more often.
Posted on July 22, 2014
There is a little cottage in a hot, green valley. Far from home, I wake in it’s unfamiliar bed, a breeze from the open windows ruffling my hair. With sleepy eyes, we brew coffee and pulled back the curtains from the doors. With warm mugs, we shuffle out of the french doors onto a little porch where we settle into rocking chairs and sip the steaming coffee. On all sides geraniums bloom in vivid reds and pinks, but we don’t look at them, because the sun is coming up over the mountain, filling the vineyard across the way with bouncy golden light, and it is just too pretty to look away.
Later we will unlock the bikes from the railing, and ride them from vineyard to vineyard, and to dinner with friends. Then we’ll take a dangerous ride back on the unlit streets with no reflectors and no helmets, and it will be terrifying, but ultimately exhilarating, and we’ll feel a little like teenagers, breaking all the rules we usually follow so carefully. But for now, we sit on the porch, and drink our coffee, and watch the sunlight fill the valley, wishing we could stay here forever.
Posted on July 21, 2014
As a belated birthday treat, the Mister planned a long-weekend escape to the Sonoma Valley. The weekend was hot and dry, the sort of weather that forces you to slow down, drink slowly, and find quiet, shady hillsides to enjoy a cool bottle of wine and each other. Sonoma was heaven. Just my pace and everything I felt I’d been missing. This week, I’ll share a few of my favorite memories.
Posted on July 18, 2014
After one lovely, restful weekend at home, we’re heading back out on the road. This time we have back-to-back wedding weekends out-of-state, so we’re spending the next few days catching up with the Mister’s good friends in the Pacific-northwest, and then with mine in the mid-west. Here’s to an exciting week of travel.
Have a great weekend!
Posted on July 17, 2014
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Posted on July 15, 2014
Last fall, I spent an amazing day biking around the Monterey peninsula while the Mister was stuck in class. It’s a foggy, otherworldly ride past twisted cypress and huge waves crashing along the rocky coast, and I was happy to have a chance to explore it again, this time with my guy by my side. Here are some shots from our ride, starting in Cannery Row and making our way 11 miles out to the Lone Cypress and back again.
Posted on July 11, 2014