I'm having trouble remembering what day it is...that's what happens after two weeks of vacation/retirement!
We went out for breakfast at a nearby cafe, and then toured Traverse City. Carl's grandparents lived, here, and his parents are both buried here, so he has many, many memories. We saw Carl;s grandparents' home, and the hotel where Carl worked as a bell boy for two summers while he was in college. Traverse City is really beautiful area with both natural and architectural beauty. Incredible homes from the early 1920's that are still perfectly maintained today.
Cloudy and cold today, high's in the low 60's, so we thought it was a perfect day to tour some of the wineries that are throughout the Traverse City area.
Considering the terror attack that just occurred in Nice, we felt it was our way to show support for the French. Like Provence, this area is covered in vineyards and fruit farms. We spent the day driving up and down both sides of the Old Mission Peninsula which is the home to over 9 different wineries.
At most of the vineyards they charge $3 to sample six wines of your choice. I tried to remember to spit it out after each sample, but I forgot a lot.
I really don't understand the language of wines; so all the detailed descriptions are pretty meaningless. My wine vocab includes: dry, sweet, red, white, and rose...that's about it. It was hard to pretend I understood what the servers were saying, and at first I was even fighting back laughter (thinking of the scenes in Sideways. But it was really a lot of fun and the coastal scenery was incredible.
I couldn't resist taking a picture of the brick shithouse behind the lighthouse.
In between stops at the vineyards we stopped at a roadside farmstand to buy cherries, and even came upon a lavender farm. Who needs France?
We got back to our campsite around 3 PM, and we all took naps. All that wine wears you out!
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