The Geysers Road. I tucked my camera safely inside my backpack because I just knew that I'd find some beauty along the way. Michael kept telling me to leave the camera because of the added weight but I told him no way and the weigh only adds to my workout. Right? Right!
|The beautiful canyon and river on the right side along Geysers Road.|
|The ground is parched and patiently waiting for the rains.|
|One day soon I hope to paint this one, so pretty.|
|I just love how the tree stands out against the blue rocks.|
|I made it up to the top of this difficult climb first and was able to capture Mike ascending.|
|The Shed in Healdsburg.|
|First they soak in water. She said you can skip this step but she prefers to soak them first.|
|Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.|
|It's amazing how something as simple as stringing white cotton balls on string can be effective at prettily decorating a window display.|
|I think I'm jealous.|
|The trees in the square are adorned with Christmas decorations.|
Michael is so sweet, he hates wine but he knew how much I was wishing that we had some friends with us to wine taste with me because I won't do it alone. It's no fun to do it by yourself, at least for me it's not. Anyway, as we were walking down the sidewalk we came upon a small shop that sells port. He actually said that he wanted to try some. My mouth dropped. I was flabbergasted. If you knew Mike, you'd understand. Michael says that all wine tastes like vinegar to him and he cannot see why people drink it and what the fuss is all about. Please know, he has tasted some very good expensive wines and cheaper quality wines and they all taste like vinegar to him. I think Mike just did that for me. That's love isn't it?
We did go inside to sample the port and Mike actually tried all three of the (free for Sat. only) samples given us. We sampled Raspberry, Chocolate and Sweet Hazelnut. They were all good and I ended up purchasing a bottle of the Sweet Hazelnut because it was my favorite and Michael didn't like any of them. The man said that he makes the port himself. The name of the winery is Porthouse Winery, which when I looked it up online found the address as; 331 Healdsburg Ave. I'm not sure if this is the same spot or not as I didn't get his business card and the bottle doesn't have anything except the name as Porthouse Winery. It's a very small tasting room with only room for about five or maybe six people at the bar.
Shortly afterward we dined outside on the patio at Healdsburg Bar & Grill. We splurged. I had a hamburger with fries and Michael had some ribs and fries. Sometimes you just have to give in to your cravings and I can safely say that I didn't gain one pound over Thanksgiving weekend and didn't miss out on anything. I sampled everything and even had some pumpkin pie.