So I spent the last half of last week in the hill country southwest of San Antonio. We went on a wine tour Thursday. I’ve never been on a wine tour before. I’ve never tasted so many wines (3 wineries and 16 wines) and found so many I actually liked. (I’m not much of a wine drinker, and I tend to have plebeian taste…)
We went to Becker Vineyards, Torre di Pietra Vineyard, and Rancho Ponte Vineyard. If they were having a contest and whoever bought the most bottles of wine was the winner–we were definitely in contention. The fella has aspirations of being a wine connoisseur. (How in heck do you spell that word?) But mostly, we bought stuff we like. Fleur Sauvage (which just means Wildflower, even if it sounds like Savage Flower, which I like much better…) from Becker, and 5 others, including a port; Red Flirt from TdP, and Sorreline from RP. I don’t think we’ve broken any open since we got home.
I’ve read all these Regency historical romances–and other Regency era books and histories–for years, where all the gentlemen linger around the dinner table after the ladies withdraw and drink port, but I never knew what it tasted like. That stuff is dang good! No wonder they sat around and drank it.
We also went out to a dude ranch-type place for barbecue and hangin’ out. They had a big tournament of Washers–where you try to throw washers into cans in the ground. BIG washers. My teammate and I lost first round, with a big fat goose-egg. I am not athletically inclined, even when it comes to tossing washers into cans. But then, I knew that.
In other news, the Dallas grandboys are visiting this week, going to sea camp. It’s really hectic in the mornings getting them up and dressed and ready to go, AND getting myself ready to go, because I go in to the dayjob while they’re at camp. Yesterday, while driving from Pelican Island, where sea camp is, to the paper, first I had to wait for the drawbridge, while a barge passed through, and then got stuck behind the biggest oversized load I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen really long ones, when they transport those huge power windmill blades. A single blade is as wide as a truck trailer (plus a little) and almost as long as two trailers. But this thing was two trailers side-by-side. Took up the whole road, loaded with a big tank of some kind (painted baby blue), and drove 20 mph. all the way down Harborside to the freeway. I have no idea how they got it ON the freeway. They let us pass before they tried turning.
And yesterday, I got in the water at the beach for the 1st time this year. Mid-July…not too bad. It was lots of fun, and I was exhausted when I got home. No oil where we were, though there has been a little on the beach down from our house. All cleaned up for now. Hope it stays that way.