I’m not sure if I ever mentioned specifically that the PMG meeting last week was originally supposed to happen in Napa.
Then all those devastating, deadly wildfires blew up all around the Napa Valley, and we ended up in Berkeley.
Since then the fires have been controlled, and Napa is encouraging everyone to come back.
So we did.
John and Nancy and I traveled via his Ram crew cab to their favorite cave, Del Dotto’s St. Helena tasting room. I was advised the winery is often referred to as “Del Blotto” due to the generosity of the pours.
As we drove up the valley it was obvious how the entire ridge to the east had been completely incinerated. Fortunately, the valley floor itself was spared.
Then all those devastating, deadly wildfires blew up all around the Napa Valley, and we ended up in Berkeley.
Since then the fires have been controlled, and Napa is encouraging everyone to come back.
So we did.
John and Nancy and I traveled via his Ram crew cab to their favorite cave, Del Dotto’s St. Helena tasting room. I was advised the winery is often referred to as “Del Blotto” due to the generosity of the pours.
As we drove up the valley it was obvious how the entire ridge to the east had been completely incinerated. Fortunately, the valley floor itself was spared.
John and Nancy were thrilled to discover the appointment for the tasting would be conducted by Tim, and now I know why; he was a very entertaining guide. I’m not a connoisseur by any measure, or even much of a wine drinker at all, but I still had a lot of fun and was rather surprised to discover that even my notoriously insensitive nose and palate could tell these were some pretty good wines and that I was capable of discerning differences between various vintages or cask woods.
Back at home Nancy made an excellent Thai curry for dinner, and we watched a Coen Brother’s marathon, The Big Lebowski followed by Fargo.
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