Let’s pack a bag, bring a cooler full of sandwiches, a thermos of coffee and hit the road. You choose; north, south, east or west…I don’t care. We just need to get out of town and breathe some different air for a few days…see what we can see; do what we can do. Don’t forget the map because we are definitely detouring from the interstate. Ready? Set. GO!
She wipes the sweat from her brow as she slowly climbs back on to the bus with the nine other pitiful souls who chose the hottest day of the year to take this wine tour. The legs of her white capris are literally glued to her body and the cute up-do she had been so proud of, and had admired in the hotel bathroom mirror this morning, has wilted, fallen and frizzed.
This is their third stop of seven and Melody and the others are a bit tipsy already. She is not sure she’s going to make it to the end without a nap, but at least the bus has air conditioning…so far none of the tasting rooms has.
This is the Hunter Valley region of Australia. There are Aussies on this tour and they keep marveling at how it is 45 degrees in November. Of course, they mean Celsius and she uses the Units app on her iphone to quickly learn that this translates to 113 degrees Fahrenheit! She is a California girl, lives in Grass Valley northwest of Sacramento, and before today would not have believed it was possible to survive such heat. Continue reading