Will winehikers walk in well-nigh wintry weather? Yup.
The Fall weather here in Northern California is beginning to get cool, almost wintry. I know that’s a mild statement when compared to the weather in much of the rest of the country. And yes, I’ve heard all the usual stories about how we here in California don’t know real weather. But here in my vegetable garden, I’m still harvesting basil, tomatoes, and chili peppers.
It’s still good hiking weather, too. I’ll be rendezvousing with friends this morning for about 9+ miles of hilly trail at Nisene Marks State Park above the seaside town of Aptos. We’re managing, somehow, to sandwich a sunny clear day in between two rainy ones. That’ll make the ocean air pretty fresh for our walk in the redwoods — great for filling our lungs as we gasp uphill.
We’ll follow our traipse with a stop at Burrell School Vineyards, where we “promise to sip” some good Syrahs and at least one good Cab Franc. Fellow hiker/blogger Tom Mangan will be along for this one, ostensibly to further his winehikerness. I think he’s got what it takes.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
******* UPDATE: I’ve now posted my Nisene Marks State Park trip report.
November 12th, 2006 22:25
Scheez, don’t let Mangan near the wine. Are you nuts?
And speaking of wintry, the fabled town of Mt. Shasta is covered in an inch of snow, and it’s just starting.
Wintry indeed…
November 13th, 2006 09:37
Just because the guy prevented me from falling into the campfire, now he thinks he can accuse me of wanton weakness for the vino. I only imbibe like that when I don’t have to drive, and I’m hanging out by a campfire, and somebody has thoughtfully brought along an abundance of beverages which are already paid for.
I blame society.
November 13th, 2006 09:57
Hmm… I’m hearing the distant rumble of tom-toms!
At Burrell School Vineyards, if you swill too much wine too fast, they make you write on the chalkboard 50 times: “I promise to sip my wine.” (Come to think of it: those were mighty short pours yesterday.) In camp, though, “I promise to guzzle my wine” has become (ahem) de rigeur.
I blame the media.