Contrary to popular belief, I did not die after my last post/triathlon.
I just skipped town.
First, there was Mt. Hood.
Yes, that is snow. In June. And no, I was not in the least bit prepared. Yoga pants and a fleece pullover just don't cut it.
Luckily, the weather in Portland was much better. Actually, it was perfect. So perfect, that when coupled with this bucatini from Nostrana, I wanted to cry, tie myself to the nearest bike rack (and yes, there were plenty from which to choose) and yell: "Please don't make me leave!"
But leave I did. Because then it was off to Colorado for work.
Yesterday I was in Boulder, at a pre-Food & Wine Classic event that involved some 30 wines arranged in 15 flights. Though the 100-point Quilceda Creek, a 1985 Krug, two Barolos and a Bandol were part of the lineup, the highlight for me was definitely this:
How I love a mature Cabernet. And this one was just gorgeous -- beautiful structure, fruit notes (yes, still!), a long finish that just coated the tongue. Wow and wow.
But alas, I barely had time to digest before I was packing again. I left Boulder this morning and am now in a Denver hotel room, where the view looks like this:
Tomorrow, I'm Aspen-bound.