A weekend in wine country

March 6, 2006

While departing for our weekend got off to a rocky start (not going to focus on that) and ended with a somewhat rocky departure (also not going to focus on that), what was in between was a fun, fun time.

This weekend was the annual Barrel Tasting weekend in the Russian River Valley area of Sonoma. We started our day at the Village Inn in Monte Rio, which was right up my alley. It used to be called the Holiday Inn after the Bing Crosby/Fred Astaire movie, and part of the film was supposedly shot there, so there were pictures and autographs and scores from White Christmas in the bar area (anyone who knows me well knows I got a big kick outta this). Plus, our room looked directly out over the river, which was swollen from the tremendous amount of rain from this week and season. Watching the river could have kept me captivated for hours.

But onto the real reason we were there — around 11 am we headed out to the wineries. The first stop was Hop Kiln, which is now a new favorite of mine, though not merely because of the wine. First, the setting is amazing: beautiful countryside, with snow-capped mountains in the background, and the winery’s tasting room is indeed in a historical hop kiln. My second reason for loving this place: the staff. They were extremely friendly, chatty, *happy* people who were very helpful but not pushy. Then there was the food – condiments, actually. I picked up a tasty pear butter and jalapeno mustard here. And finally, the wine! The stuff in the barrels was good (I’m sure it will be superb in a couple of years when it ages) but I found 2 very tasty wines they are selling now: 2005 Thousand Flowers and NV Rushin’ River Red.

So from Hop Kiln we left with 3 bottles of wine in a case box (we were anticipating buying much, much more today), a subscription to a wine club, some tasty condiments, some hats (Got Wine?) and our two tasting glasses, which I felt odd sitting in the cup-holders in my car (is that really legal? they still had wine in them… just drops that we didn’t get a chance to rinse out, but still…).

Our next stop was Lambert Bridge, which had a very snooty air to it. I’m not sure if it was the “Reserved: Club Members only” signs that were posted here and there, the throngs of people that came together, or the $5.00 tasting fee on the current wines, but something was off here. They did, however, have some very cute trucks parked outside.

On the road again and our next stop was Unti Vineyards which was jam-packed with people. There were some nice watercolors on the wall by Linda Unti (who I can only assume is one of the proprieters) and I decided I really loved the Barbera here.

Then we were onto Nalle where we not only picked up some wonderful wine (needed to get started on packing that case again) but I got a fun sweatshirt as well that put a big smile on my face (4 out of 5 fruit flies surveyed prefer Nalle Zin — the 5th fruit fly is passed out).

Back on the road and our last stop (for wine) was an area with multiple wineries in one place (thank you Mark @ Village Inn for the recommendation). By this time in the day there were quite a few Barrel-Weekend-goers that were completely blitz-krieged, walking in the middle of the road carrying their wine glasses. We almost finished filling our case here with wines from Peterson Winery, Amphora (great petite sirah), and Papapietro-Perry.

We finished off the day in Healdsburg, and my only regret is that we didn’t go to Toad Hollow’s tasting room as we figured we would do it the next day. Sunday morning we were all revved up to hit Toad Hollow and Limerick Lane (saving our two favorites for last), despite the fact that it was pouring the rain. Unfortunately, we had a bit of car trouble, and once we got it started we decided it best to high-tail it home while the car was still running. Oh well, our case was full, so I guess that was devine intervention saying, “You have enough wine — go home to your dog!”

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The Wheels on the Bike go round and round… Aaaahh!!

February 22, 2006

I was walking back from the park today when 3 bikers passed by me. The first two were a boy and an older guy (not sure if this was dad, uncle, big brother). About 2 or 3 seconds later a girl came following behind. All were driving somewhat erratically, expecially compared to the usual bikers that are decked out in spandex.

What was interesting was the girl, or my mental reaction to the girl. She was probably 8 or 9 years old. Her hair was long, brown, wavy, flying out from under her helmet. And she was screaming. Not a high-pitched scream, but a fairly loud, “Aaaaaaaaaaahh!” that was just coming out of her as one constant monotonous sound.

My gut reaction was to scrunch up my face, squint my eyes, and think, “Damn kids.” But a split second later I realized I was envious. I think biking erratically down the trail, screaming at the top of my lungs would feel great, maybe even awesomely splendiferous.

The only things keeping me from doing this are: 1) I have no bike, and 2) I have no crash helmet. I think the crash helmet with the hair flying wildly out of it is key to getting everything I can out of the experience. My birthday’s coming up, maybe the birthday fairy (known in the real world as the UPS man) will deliver those 2 things to me.

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It’s k-k-k-kold.

February 19, 2006

Not as cold as Kansas, but still, it’s quite chilly — 30s and 40s. It’s California kold (cold for us, but not really in the scheme of things, hence the “k” — fake cold 🙂 a new courtney-ism). It was quite funny to hear all the weather reporters talk about the snow on Friday here. “It’s snowing on Mount So-and-So at 4,000 feet and also on Mount Such-and-Such at 3,500 feet.”

The above picture was from the ice storm in Kansas City in 2002. The ice storm sucked, but at least I had power, unlike most of the city. I can’t believe an ice storm didn’t get us out of work for at least part of a day. This was a fun time for me though (despite the cold, cold weather). It was shortly after I got my dog, Milo. The night I got him we drove home and it started to snow. By morning the entire world was blanketed with a few inches of snow. We would go out, he would be on his leash, pulling me around in the snow like I was on skis (instead of tennis shoes) so he could sniff any and everything within — do I say smell here instead of sight?

I remember this morning because I had a pair of sheepskin houseshoes on, the kind that have just the skins for soles. I had only had Milo for a short time — maybe a week or two. We stepped outside, and each individual blade of grass had been frozen, and they stuck through my shoes like I was walking on needles. I had never seen anything like this before (or felt anything quite like it before either). Even Milo wasn’t too happy that morning — he did his business and went right back inside.

He doesn’t have to worry about that anymore. It may be too cold for me, but it’s not for him.

That should be enough rambling for now. I’m not sure anyone out there is reading, but if you can make sense of this post, good for you! 🙂 Seems like the ramblings of a mad… hatter to me.

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Licking MO

February 11, 2006

My friend Tiff was in town, so off we went to discover the Haight. We found an awesome bar with some really friendly patrons. Luckily it was warm inside, and I got to see the Licking Wildcats t-shirt I had heard about.

You see, my friend Tiff gets to travel the United States quite a bit. Sometimes she gets to go somewhere cool (like SF so she can see me) and sometimes she gets sent to, for lack of a better term, Hickville USA (sorry folks of Licking, it’s true). I guess that all evens out in the end.

Back to the t-shirt. With a name like Licking, you can’t leave without getting some kind of memento with the town name on it. Enter the Licking Wildcats t-shirt. No, it’s not a community college team — it’s not even the high school mascot. It’s the elementary school’s mascot. I know there’s a joke here about people with a 4th grade education, but I’ll refrain.

Normally I wouldn’t be this mean (not in public anyways), especially since the common stereotype for a Tennesseean is I should be barefoot and pregnant with my cousin’s baby. But I did my time in the Show Me state (I’ll have to rant about that nickname another time) and I can safely say I hope I never have to go back — that section of the country is about as f*d up and backwards as you can get.

So there — my mean-ness is showing; you’re seeing the true colors. But, it was awesome to see Tiff again, and she’s one of two friends I made in Missouri that I get to see this weekend… so I guess the place isn’t all bad. It makes for good bonding.

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Flatlining

February 7, 2006

Again. Everything was in tune, bouncing to the beat. Then everything went blank. In a matter of minutes.

Currently, my brain is not accepting any input. It needs to be shocked back to life. Defibrillator anyone?

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