Can’t post most of what I’ve written today, obviously. 

But what centered my thinking was the pseudo-planned trip, and the thought of wine and the vineyards … wine travel and writing, books and the shop idea coming back to life.

When was the last time I walked a crush pad, or a vineyard?  Did a full sit-down tasting, Sonoma or anywhere?  Still haven’t read the WS issue I bought last week, or whenever that was.

Definition of wine, one not extended but endless, infinite and ever evolving… Passion, stories, challenges, life and death, waiting, mythic nature, fantasy and boredom…