Day 5: At this point in time, I had come to realize that I was trying to cram too much into too short of a timeframe. We were starting to feel like the typical "see Europe (read: "Eurp") in a week" American tourists as we attempted to see as much as possible of Napa Valley in one day and still make it to Morro Bay, on the Pacific Ocean shore, below San Francisco, by dinner time. But never mind the rushed trip to California's best and most celebrated wine growing region, the worst part of this timing conflict was that we couldn't fit in an opportunity to enjoy our wonderful resort called Silverado Resort & Spa. I cannot recommend it enough - even though I only enjoyed their late night dinner fare (fish tacos followed by spaghetti - we can talk about my sophisticated pallet later), and their breakfast buffet. Somewhere in between I had time to park the Porsche in front of the Colonial style main house, and find the pool, where I looked over the fence like a kid who had just dropped his ice cream on the sidewalk. There simply was no time.
|Napa Valley Late Arrival.|
|Plan of Attack|
After all this tasting booze and refusing to spit it out (mind you, it was scorching hot out), we decided we ought to go grab a late lunch if we were to make it through Napa Valley in one piece. We stopped in Calistoga, a small town at the very top of the Valley, and sat down in an old hydro building for their "World Famous Burger." This is a great time to point out that perhaps no one in the World should be allowed the call their coffee, burger, cinnamon buns, or cheesecake "World Famous." It just isn't, ever. Our next stop, and as it was approaching 3 PM, turned into our last stop, was Beringer. It is the second oldest winery in Napa and was founded by two German brothers. We opted for the cellar tour, which took us through their caves that were carved in the mountains behind the estate, and not only as a result of all the surprise wine tastings inside the caves, we were impressed. As an aside, one of the brothers flew over from Germany about a hundred years ago and didn't like where the other brother had built his living quarters. So he instructed a team of labourers to move it, who took two months to roll the house down the hill a bit, so the older brother could build on the previously unavailable 'best bit of real estate.' Germans, I tell you.
|Seal Cove Inn, Half Moon Bay|