I take Hwy 20 back to the East side. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late singing in my head.
But man the drive was worth it.
Through high country and a twisting road. Back to the Okanogan Valley.
Late to dinner at the best pizza place. The Myth. (one of two stops I make almost every time in town. The other is Bear Foods Creperie).
Dinner mission accomplished. On to the next task. A weekend of wine making.
Last fall, Brr and I stopped in at Chelan and helped press wine. It’s time to bottle that wine.
Sitting on the floor in the laundry room with a line of carboys and bottles and a siphon.
Picking grapes off the vines in the backyard.
Crushing them and taking first steps for the next batch of wine.
Pausing in the heat.
Dining on one of my favorite decks (I have a list of top favorite decks. This is number one).
Good food, conversation and home made vino. Toasting one winemaker who left us too early.
There’s too much wine in the house. A case for Brr goes in the back of my truck. And some extra for stops along the way.
South I go.