Sorry for two Short Trips in a row. (See yesterday’s bit on these new travel story-lite posts.)
And I have to apologize ahead of time to who should be my new marketing director, based on the increase traffic flow to this site just from a little link from his site, but due to north winds in the Sacramento Valley of sufficient strength to blow the color of my kayak, our scheduled trip to tempt a fusillade of warning shots in a local lake is postponed until next week. No Fear…there will not be blood!
But in lieu, we will be running up the hill, looking for the best apple fritter above Placerville in the renown Apple Hill area and then on to Hope Valley, in Alpine County south of Lake Tahoe, to check out the fall colors.
Film at eleven, of course.
But to get to a story of someone luckier than me, check out this story of a town whose domestic water supply magically became a supply of domestic wine. http://blogs.usatoday.com/ondeadline/2008/10/oops-italians-g.html
And there is always someone who looks a gift vino in the mouth, as you can see in this quote from the story:
“Not all householders were thrilled, however: one woman said that she had been cleaning the floor at the time and as she refilled her bucket, “I noticed the smell of alcohol. Wine is fine for drinking, but not for cleaning.”
Tell you what, lady…I’ll come clean your damn floor as long as I can drink the rinse water.