Just settling back home with our stable internet connection. I anticipate writing about our meanderings through some of Oregon’s Wine Country, experiencing many different Pinot Noirs. As is usually the case, we didn’t get in as much as we might have liked, but we did our best to cast a wide net. Naturally, there were more than Pinot’s to taste in many places, so we came home with a pretty good overall ‘gist’ of Oregon’s Wines. Best of all, we look forward to going back to visit and expanding upon our experiences.
Avoiding Washington fruit was a goal we achieved with some effort. Comparing wine making styles using familiar fruit does have some merit as a tool to further understanding unfamiliar fruit. There were several California sourced wines made in Oregon; they too were worthy of comparison. We did come home with one California Zin that really tickled my partner in wine’s fancy (I liked it too).
We had some cool, but comfortable temperatures for most of our journey. The last several days we were unable to use the motorcycle as it rained buckets! Of course, we wouldn’t have come home with as much wine had we been limited to the saddle bags as we explored. Anticipating a lovely, hot, dry summer in Walla Walla we had to choose a few white wines to bring home too.
We found several places working with sparkling wines – this trend didn’t actually hit home until we were on our last day of tasting. Our original purpose so limited our focus we didn’t acknowledge the sparkling as a pursuit in its own right. Dessert wines in port-style, sauterne-style, and a sparkling with honey came home with us to help us celebrate various occasions throughout the year.
Happily we were able to spend quite a bit of time taking in the natural beauty of Oregon’s mountains and beaches. It was delightful to spend mornings walking along the beach and afternoons cycling along the coast. Refreshing, restorative, restful… so needed and appreciated.
It is now back to reality (laundry, working, and gardening) and sharing our adventure with you a winery at a time. Oh, and patiently waiting for our little feral kitty to make her way home now that we are here again. Hoping that doesn’t take long.