Anniversary weekend in wine country

Two years ago we eloped at 13,000 feet and it was, and still is, the best. The Boy and I decided that for future anniversaries we should celebrate by escaping to the mountains (last year: Bozeman, MT). Unfortunately, my grandma died last week and an emergency trip to Manitoba with a 2 am return on Saturday prevented us from taking a trip to Tahoe as planned.* The Boy, who is the best of all husbands, let me sleep in on Saturday and when I woke, I woke to fresh coffee and gorgeous pastries. After a relaxed breakfast he proclaimed that we would take a day trip to Healdsburg in the heart of the Russian River wine country. Coincidentally there was an art show and we loved weaving through the photos, vases and textiles and after we got great coffee from Flying Goat.  We texted our friends who are serious geeks about wine country who sent us to Holdredge Wines where we had an awesome wine tasting with the owner and picked up a bottle of pinot to open on a future anniversary.

Pinot Barrels

Pinot Barrels

Pinot Grapes

Pinot Grapes

We had a lunch at Shed, a beautiful space that is a combination cafe and market. Our food was divine and we will definitely go back when in Healdsburg. On our way back through Santa Rosa we stopped by Russian River Brewing where we missed Zwanze Day, but got to enjoy some Supplication (what is more appropriate than a beer aged in Pinot barrels when in wine country?) and pick up a case of Pliney the Elder. We raced back to San Francisco to grab dinner at Frascati to celebrate a friend’s birthday, and thanks to the generosity of our tennis-playing friends came home to play with half a dozen tennis balls with our dogs. Although it lacked the mountains, a day of wine with my love, good food with friends, and playing with my dogs is pretty much the best way I can think to celebrate the life the The Boy and I have created.

*Please understand I am not a horribly callous and self-centered person. I am mentioning the impact of my grandma’s death on my anniversary trip because this is a post about my anniversary; my grandma’s death had much deeper and wide-reaching effects that won’t be covered in a blog post.

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