Lazy Days

Oh what a weekend in the woods will do. Miss B and I returned to our get away at the Russian River. This place is called "Enchanted Woods" and I would have to say it sure is! It's a great place to kick back and relax, forgetting about the hustle and bustle of the city. Both taking Friday off, we slept in, did a bit of last minute errand running and hit the highway to wine country. The first stop became the Buena Vista Winery. Apparently the man who founded it attempted to the the same thing first in Wisconsin, the little home town which I grew up in! There are pictures of the Wisconsin winery and the architecture is the same as the one we visited. This cute hipster guy was working the wine tasting counter and was the one brave enough to serve the two clearly homosexual clientele. Everyone else appeared too "busy" to help us and he was the one to take on the challenge. He spends every weekend in San Francisco the thought of hanging out with a gay wasn't probably too much of a challenge. He was a funny fella and poured us some lovely white and red wine for sampling. As we got into the reds he poured a double medal winner and I said "So this is like the Mark Spitz of wine, wining multiple medals and all?" to which he replied "You know, I have never heard it put that way before but must say it's the best description! I make a living listening to obscure wine jokes! I love it!". He then hooked us up with complimentary coupons for tasting and a few other wineries and sent us on our way. He made my day. Nice boy. Funny too. And hooked us up with a great bottle of red wine! We then drove into Sonoma and the next winery was called Castle. We cashed in our coupons and did more tasting. By this point Miss B's cheeks are rosy red and I was feeling a little tipsy. Of course we purchased some trashy wine and the best port ever made. They served it up with dark chocolate and it went together like peanut butter and chocolate! Super yum! We had to take a little pit stop post tasting to get some food in our bellies and to sober up so I could drive. We went to the local cheese store and got a cheese sandwich. Sonoma is a beautiful place but wow is it every yuppie and white. Not sure why I am so surprised as I knew this but hadn't been around it in a long time. Once ok to drive we hopped back into the car and made our way to the gay river oasis. Oh, and we did also start to check out places to potentially have our wedding. Two things we found out for sure: 1) it's expensive 2) we really want to keep it simple but not cheesy. More information on that to follow as we have it. Good thing we are getting started now!

Guernville was it's typical layout. As we pulled up to the rental agency, there was a crazy lady chatting with this tweaker guy as two bears passed us by. She was attempting to get the tweaker guy off his bike and into her truck. Mind you he was carrying two huge cans of Budweiser and two bottles of vodka and whiskey. Party? Well, somewhere there was apparently. We got hooked up with keys and directions and the regular lecture from the rental agency mulleted owner to find ourselves back onto the street walking by the truck with the crazy lady and tweaker. Sure enough, they were smoking something and it wasn't maryjane. Dirty dirty dirty gross. But then again, Guernville is a combination of tweakers and gays. And sometimes the gays are the tweakers. Go figure.

As we drove into the woods the overpowering smell of redwoods and rain overcame the senses. It was lovely. The air was so fresh. Not a sound from anything or anyone else. Just me, B, and the hot tub! Friday night we stayed in, made some dinner, and hung out in the hot tub. At some point into the evening it began raining and it made sleeping in even more rewarding than ever before. With the pitter patter on the rooftop of the A-framed home it lulled us into a significant coma and we didn't wake up until late morning. The electricity had gone out at some point so it took the hot tub a while to warm up. What to do while that was happening? Drink mimosas of course! Hadn't had those in a long time and they sure hit the spot. At some point we made it to town for dinner (long after the mimosas wore off and there was an afternoon nap!) for pizza. The Union Hotel is one of the best pizza joints on the planet. Enjoyed that completely and then came up and curled up in front of the TV, something we rarely do. Sunday was more of the same, hot tub, brunch, and then we had to pack it up and go home. I was so relaxed. Not sure if I have a pulse as of today. What I do know is that I long for the woods and hope to retire in a place so lovely. Can't wait to go back next year!