Don't worry. I'm not still on the trainer.
I'm in wine country for yet another crazy whirlwind multi-day media tour during which I make my guests sleep in a different part of Washington State every single night because unpacking your suitcase is overrated.
I also subject them to discussions of topics such as "What is the weirdest food you've ever eaten?"
Guest: "I tried grasshoppers. Just to say I tried them."
Coworker: "I've eaten a cricket."
Me: "I had worms once!"
Insert awkward pause here.
Anyway, Tuesday night we were in the Horse Heaven Hills AVA. This was the view from our guest house:
|Almost as good as worms.|
And this was my bathroom.
I made an effort to poop a lot just so I could spend as much time in it as possible.
Wednesday we toured The Rocks District of Milton-Freewater AVA, which was just approved as an appellation in February and is the Walla Walla Valley's first sub-appellation and also located entirely in Oregon, which at first might seem confusing since I work for Washington, but the Walla Walla Valley actually crosses the border into Oregon and since The Rocks District is part of Walla Walla, I get to go there and bring people with me.
And if this still doesn't make sense, stop asking, just accept and pick up that bottle.
|Gee, I wonder why it's called The Rocks District.|
Today we explored the Red Mountain AVA, where we hiked up a hillside to the highest-elevation vineyard in the appellation. I sang "Climb Every Mountain" and imagined we were escaping to Switzerland.
|Which one of us is Gretl?|
Now I'm in this fancy tent. (I almost chose the fancy yurt instead, but the fancy yurt is shared with other people, and I didn't want to force my fancy neuroses on them, so I opted for solo fancy-ness.)
|The fancy tent has better decor than my apartment.|
Tomorrow we make one more stop in the Yakima Valley AVA and then head into Seattle for this big shindig all weekend.
|This has nothing to do with wine, but it's pretty.|
(Side note: Today I did a phone interview with a local paper about the weekend's festivities. I said: "Everything starts tomorrow -- Thursday." And then went on and on about the itinerary for the next few days. And then after we hung up, I realized today is actually Thursday, not tomorrow. Which means everything is actually starting right now. But since I am in the middle of nowhere and living out of a suitcase, I have lost all sense of time. I may have also lost all sense of sanity. But that's assuming I had any sanity to begin with.)