Winehiker Witiculture is the official blog of California Wine Hikes, which offers guided hiking and wine tasting tours in the California wine country.

Archive for October, 2007

Even if you’re not an October baseball fan, ya gotta love those mighty bats

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

The Winehiker takes a step, not up to the plate, but onto the soapbox.

Did you know that four hundred fifty cash crops around the world depend on bats for pollination and/or seed dispersal?

California boasts at least 20 species of insect-eating bats, including this Pallid Bat.
California boasts at least 20 species of insect-eating bats, including this Pallid Bat. Ain’t she cute? Photo courtesy of californiabats.com

It’s OK, folks - I didn’t know that important little piece of trivia either. But I learned a lot last night about our friends from the Chiroptera family from Ms. Monique Lee, a member of the California Bat Conservation Fund and a dedicated rehabilitator of local bats who have been injured and subsequently rescued.

I learned of Ms. Lee’s upcoming presentation from Joe Gargiulo who runs JAG Public Relations, a Sonoma County firm that specializes in building brands in the wine industry. One of Joe’s clients is Cinnabar Winery which, if you’ve been subscribing to this Winehiker Witiculture blog for a stretch, you know has been the topic of a couple of previous posts. But lately Cinnabar Winery, led by General Manager Suzanne Frontz and the equally engaging Tasting Room Diva, Carol Lynn Shoaff, has embarked on a series of monthly wine education programs which they bill as Alchemy Tuesdays (named after their wine club) that introduces their club members to a variety of topics that cover wine, the arts, and popular culture. Last night’s presentation was the second in the series.

But bats? For heaven’s sake, why?? Answer: Because it’s not just about the wine.

At any rate, I was immediately interested, so I showed up. After all, I remain attracted by the notion that there are others besides me who wish to meld a passion for wine with a passion for the natural world. We may think - some of us - that we live in the world of wine. Or what-all. But we all should realize - must know - that when we step back for a moment, it is the natural world that remains: ever-present, living, breathing, beckoning, whether there’s a wineglass in hand or a computer keyboard. And, when learning is a key part of the mix, I tend to know this about myself: I reach for my credit card. Or my boots and rucksack.

I was already aware that bats play an important role in our ecosystem, as well as our cultural heritage. Heck, there’ve been some nights I’ve had them swirling around my head and reveled in it. Yet in this day and age, Science being the relentless fact-finder that it collectively is, the diametric juxtaposition between our heritage and our recent learnings about bats is rather astonishing. Ms. Lee, and others of her ilk, are actively endeavoring to put forth the notion that superstition - though a big part of our human past - runs opposite to what we’ve learned about bats in recent years. Bats may be ugly (though some would say cute about some species) and they only come out at night, but neither these kinds of pronouncements - nor exploitative Hollywood schlock films - make them bad. Or evil.

In fact without bats, we’d be slapping on the insect repellent every hour of our lives.

And so why do we spray pesticides to eliminate medflies, light-brown apple moths and glassy-winged sharpshooters - and therefore unnaturally eliminate bat forage - when each one of us could build a bat house? Why, for Earth’s sake, do we even live in a society that disallows such structures? (I direct this particular lament to the management/owners of the community [or lack thereof] in which I live, a place that does not allow the planting of trees.) After all, those mighty insect-eating bats (known by bat people as microbats, a different genus than those larger fruit-eating bats) can eat their body weight or more in insects in just one night’s foraging.

But people, ya gotta know: bats, as a collective family of winged creatures - insect-eating or otherwise - are dying off in droves.

Why do you suppose that is? I suspect you already know the answer.

Yes: it is us. We humans. We spray our toxins, doze our natural sanctuaries, dance the fupped duck through our Garden of Eden, and we gleefully do it with a healthy dose of blind (a) ambition (b) superstition, or (c) ignorance [are they the same thing?] because it has to be done to keep the economy and the growth-for-the-sake-of-growth ideal going. Malthus be damned!

And, quite naturally, of course, another piece of Paradise becomes hopelessly, wantonly, irrevocably, Lost for the sake of almighty Progress.

I can’t speak for much of mankind, but I think the little buggers are kinda cute. However, I’m biased, you see: I know that bats don’t deserve the negative attitudes we, as humans, have accorded them over untold centuries. Could our superstitions be behind why bats are, within recent years, risking major habitat loss? C’mon, people:

Bats. Are. Good. Damnit!

And we need them! And so I admire the work of such people as Monique Lee, who regularly presents her bat-speak to schoolchildren and adults alike in an effort to put forth the notion that not only are bats cool for school, they perform an extremely vital role in preserving the natural balance of the environment, our environment, our global landscape, our very lives.

Stepping off the soapbox now. For a little while. Until the next rant.

Alchemy Tuesdays are An Evening of Wine, Conversation and Fun in Saratoga Village on the second Tuesday of each month from 7:30 to 9:00 pm. $10 per person online includes wine and cheese tasting; price is $12 at the door. The Cinnabar Winery Tasting Room is located at 14612 Big Basin Way in Saratoga, California. I recommend attending.

~winehiker

A Bordello Barolo, Chapter Two

Saturday, October 6th, 2007

Continued from September 25th: A milestone birthday bash in the making…

With plans all set between us for a party weekend in Port Costa, California, Andy sent his invitations.

Hiking, Eating, Drinking, Birthday Festival, and Haunted Hotel Overnight Getaway in Port Costa
Saturday, September 22, 2007 - 10:00 AM
Warehouse Cafe
5 Canyon Lake Drive
Port Costa, CA

Wow, that event title is a mouthful!

Yes, the thrill-packed weekend adventure you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. (Actually it’s arriving on Sept. 22nd). We’ll hike, eat, drink, celebrate, play archaic video games, duck bikers and ghosts, and listen to Sunday afternoon blues as the Amtrak Capitol Express screams past along the Carquinez Strait. (Train mooning optional.)

It’s all taking place in lovely and scenic (not!) Port Costa. Of course the centerpiece, as most of you know, is the Russ Beebe 50th Birthday Festival. Yes, he looks like a million, but he’s only 50.

Here’s the lineup:

Saturday Sept. 22, 10:00 am: Meet at the Warehouse Cafe parking lot and do a Carquinez Strait hike.

Sometime Saturday Afternoon: Check in to the Burlington Hotel. This place looks like the Dodge House in Gunsmoke. Had a reputation for being funky, but the new manager assured me they’ve “cleaned up their act”. Its supposed to be haunted, too. We’ll probably have time to lift a few with the bikers at the Warehouse before dinner. Or for whoever’s interested, we could take a side trip to Crockett and pay tribute at the Aldo Ray Memorial Shrine in the Crockett Town Museum.

Saturday, 7 pm: Dinner at the Bull Valley Inn. No kidding, this place is great. Country inn atmosphere, big stone fireplace, great food and great martinis served at the rustic bar. I gave Russ a choice of this or the Warehouse Cafe for his birthday dinner and for some reason he chose the Bull Valley.

Saturday Evening: After a memorable meal, we’ll adjourn to the Warehouse to sample a few of their 400 beers, do shots, (or both), and check out the colorful clientele. We’ll also have a PacMan competition, since they have a machine that still works. This place is amazing. Its a huge former warehouse with all sorts of odd memorabilia scattered about including a big round table that - they claim - is the one used to sign the World War I Armistice in Versailles. We’ll then retire to our frontier suites in the Burlington for an exciting night of ghosts, nightmares and general terror. The latter perhaps supplied by me if Russ doesn’t cut me off soon enough at the Warehouse.

Sunday morning: Have breakfast at a location TBD. Perhaps Pegg’s Western Grill and Bakery in Martinez.

Sunday afternoon: Attend the weekly blues gig on the Warehouse deck, complete with complementary BBQ. Check out the bikers and their babes.

(Mind your eye contact, boys. :-o )

Accommodations
The Burlington Hotel has two rates: $49 for a room with a bath, and $39 for a room with a bath down the hall. I plan to book rooms for Saturday night for whoever has their secretary call my secretary.

Next Steps
For now, I just need to know three things:

1. Are you down for this once in a lifetime event?
2. Are you bringing a guest?
3. Do you plan to stay at the Burlington Saturday night and if so, in a $49 or $39 room? (But be advised that chickens who are hereby invited but may consider themselves too delicate to stay in a musty 19th-century bordello will be ragged on mercilessly.)
4. Do you have flea powder? (Just kidding.)

I’ll need a headcount for the Burlington by August 21 so I can make the reservations. I’ll follow up with deposit details, if necessary. We’ll also work out the room logistics. Two to a room will work out best. Well, maybe. There’s only one bed per room.

Sound like fun? I think it’s going to be a blast and a half times two, which they say equals 50.
Yours,
Andy

P.S.: Russ said he’s bringing lots of wine. ;)

I consider myself a reasonable, calm, and centered so-n’-so. And yet I suspected trouble to pounce from behind the Port Costa tree. Trouble! Not because I would be staying in a hallowed (and presumably haunted) old bordello - for the first time, mind you. (Honest!)

Nossirree. It’s because I’d be staying in that old haunted bordello with Andy. Therefore, anything could happen. Including amorous biker babes. Which always spells trouble. Oh dear!

And then again, I thought: Hmm… hiking? Along the Carquinez Straits?? Who in their right mind would hike there, much less find an honest-to-goodness trail to hike on?

Well, I couldn’t escape the fact that John Muir, 19th century naturalist, writer, and patron neosaint of the enviroliterati, had lived for a number of years in Martinez (pre-industrial nightmare, of course), so perhaps there would be a trail. Perhaps.

I decided to pre-select a few choice wines for the weekend. And yet I found myself wondering how those wines would pair with those bikers. As fete would have it, I wouldn’t need to concern myself. Not too much, anyway.

Read A Bordello Barolo, Chapter Three.

~winehiker

Weekend Wine Poll

Saturday, October 6th, 2007

While I take a moment between sips of coffee, I’m thinking the results of the following wine poll ought to be interesting to see. Take a moment to record your impressions, won’t you?

And in the meantime, consider clicking that flashing Click Me button over there in the sidebar. I may not be running for president, but I’ll sure appreciate your vote for my blog on Local Wine Events dot com. Have a happy weekend!

~winehiker

Work rhymes with shirk

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

High Anxiety - Whenever you're near... Ooh, 'Xiety - It's you that I fear... (from Mel Brooks' 'High Anxiety') 

If this blog paid the bills, then I’d be posting every day. Goodness knows, I like writing about what I like doing - at least where it concerns all things wine and hiking. And I’ve got posts to write! Posts about the places I’ve been recently, the trails I’ve wandered, bordello barolos, the many wines I want to tell you about.

I knew back in late August, however, that the next weeks and months would be impactful on my time, and that I’d need to step up and swing a bigger bat at all the fastballs pitched in my direction. In short, new visibility and responsibility at my job, coupled with the rigors of managing a business, a household, a garden, and enjoying weekend time with my sweetheart has me busier than a one-armed cigarette roller in a dixie duster.

Should I complain? Well, I know that when I’ve got plenty to do, my mind remains keenly active and I feel engaged in the world. That is, unless I’ve got too much to do, which can cause me anxious, stressful moments - moments that suggest I would rather go take a nap for a few hours.

Assuming I have the time, which lately it seems I don’t. I even canceled a hike this coming Saturday, because I have to work. And shoot, for me to cancel a hike (in which I’m a guest, not the organizer), well, let’s just say I’m trying to get from too much to do to a mere plenty to do.

Today, as I’m sure you can tell, I’m a little anxious. Frankly, I needed a little blog time-out. But all I really want to do today (besides sleep) is go take a hike. Damn, it’s a gorgeous Fall day out there.

But somehow - perhaps after a lunchtime catnap - I’ll keep on keepin’ on.

~winehiker