I learned during my first year in Texas that this far south, pumpkin carving does not happen a few weeks before Halloween like it does up north. That year my pumpkin turned an interesting shade of green and, I swear, melted into a pile of goop.
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I’m looking forward to another year of passing out candy to the kiddos on Thursday. It’s cool living in a neighborhood with lots of adorable kids who trick or treat.
My last day in Alameda began with sleeping in as late as possible. But before too long we were off to the city to meet some friends of Brian’s parents. Our rendezvous point was in Nob Hill and we ended up parking in a garage across the street from Grace Cathedral.
We started the next day with a hike through the Armstrong Redwoods just outside Guerneville. The park was great with well-maintained trails, though the one we took was quite steep. After we’d gotten our fill of hiking, we headed to our final destination of the trip, the Korbel winery.
The story of Korbel is one of the entrepreneurial spirit of two Czech brothers who started the Korbel company in the 1880’s. The saga goes all the way back to the time when they bought the densely-forested land where the winery now sits, cleared it all out the old-fashioned way (no electricity), and began their logging business. After the land was clear, they eventually figured out that grapes were the thing to grow, and thus Korbel was born.
The weekend before last I was in California visiting with Brian and his parents. It was their 27th wedding anniversary, so to celebrate we decided to go in the direction of the Russian River valley. Our original plan had been to spend a night at Yosemite, but the government shutdown prevented that from happening. Instead, we ended up on a beautiful road trip along the Pacific Coast Highway with stops at the Fort Ross, a Redwood forest, and the Korbel Winery.