Foothills Fourth - Day Two
We started our day with a trip to Buffalo Chips, a Sutter Creek institution. Because we were still full from the night before, we decided to share a savory omelet -it really was big enough for two and I got a bagel as well. We drove around and checked out the local farmers market - it was most crafts, though. Got back to the room just as the maid arrived, so we made ourselves scarce for a bit After that, it was time for a bit of a TV break before our first wine tasting.
We headed over to Shenandoah Winery at about 11:30 and got there just in time for our appointment. We were tasting ten new wines, all award winners and I have to admit that they were very good.
We purchased some wine and then TBG decided he needed to purchase a 100 and some odd year old bottle of balsamic vinegar. I hope that it’s worth it, but we will soon see. They had a lunch truck there and we dined upon pulled pork sandwiches, mushroom ravioli and a nice crisp, slightly sweet white wine, Volo Dolce.
TBG then thought it might be nice to visit Morse Winery, the place that started our love affair with Sobon. It is a long drive out to their winery, but we had nothing else to do, so we decided why not? The place hadn’t change an awful lot, although much of the lavender had been replaced by sunflowers. It looks like Robert is still trying to sell the winery, but to no great success. The couple who was pouring wine in the tasting room was a lot of fun to visit with and we ended up taking away a few bottles.
After all that tasting and driving, it was time for a bit of a rest and a dry out before heading over to Placerville It had been about five years since we’d been there, so it was time. We visited Mom’s grave - it’s very sad how the cemetery has gone downhill. It was never in great shape, but she wanted to be buried with her parents. The crowds were small, even in downtown Placerville, and we had no issue getting into Powell’s Steamer Company for some yummy pan roasts.
We talked with a couple of the locals about their feelings on the noose - it was originally called Hang Town because it was there that criminals were brought to be hung. There’s even a mannequin hanging from a noose from one of the local buildings. There has been a lot of complaints and pressure to remove the noose from the city seal, but as one local pointed it, all the complaining is coming from tourists. The locals are fine with it. It was brought up to the city board of regents and they tabled it for a later discussion.
The drive home was a little nerve wracking only from the point of it being warm and getting dark, so I worry about deer, but the only one we saw was at the cemetery. You only have to hit one for it to make a lasting impression. We got back a little before nine, undamaged and safe.
The perfect end to the perfect day.
We headed over to Shenandoah Winery at about 11:30 and got there just in time for our appointment. We were tasting ten new wines, all award winners and I have to admit that they were very good.
We purchased some wine and then TBG decided he needed to purchase a 100 and some odd year old bottle of balsamic vinegar. I hope that it’s worth it, but we will soon see. They had a lunch truck there and we dined upon pulled pork sandwiches, mushroom ravioli and a nice crisp, slightly sweet white wine, Volo Dolce.
TBG then thought it might be nice to visit Morse Winery, the place that started our love affair with Sobon. It is a long drive out to their winery, but we had nothing else to do, so we decided why not? The place hadn’t change an awful lot, although much of the lavender had been replaced by sunflowers. It looks like Robert is still trying to sell the winery, but to no great success. The couple who was pouring wine in the tasting room was a lot of fun to visit with and we ended up taking away a few bottles.
After all that tasting and driving, it was time for a bit of a rest and a dry out before heading over to Placerville It had been about five years since we’d been there, so it was time. We visited Mom’s grave - it’s very sad how the cemetery has gone downhill. It was never in great shape, but she wanted to be buried with her parents. The crowds were small, even in downtown Placerville, and we had no issue getting into Powell’s Steamer Company for some yummy pan roasts.
We talked with a couple of the locals about their feelings on the noose - it was originally called Hang Town because it was there that criminals were brought to be hung. There’s even a mannequin hanging from a noose from one of the local buildings. There has been a lot of complaints and pressure to remove the noose from the city seal, but as one local pointed it, all the complaining is coming from tourists. The locals are fine with it. It was brought up to the city board of regents and they tabled it for a later discussion.
The drive home was a little nerve wracking only from the point of it being warm and getting dark, so I worry about deer, but the only one we saw was at the cemetery. You only have to hit one for it to make a lasting impression. We got back a little before nine, undamaged and safe.
The perfect end to the perfect day.