We spent a night at Camp San Luis Obispo, a National Guard base where captured Italian POWs had been interned during WWII. One of them, PFC Salvatore Fossati, of the 15th Ordnance Company, was a stone mason, and designed and carved this stone monument during his internment. It is called the Italia Rock.
Next stop, Paso Robles for- YES! Wine tastings! “Paso” is world-renowned for its Zinfandels, but has other varietals as well. We pulled into an unnamed vineyard and parked out back. MLB said, “Ty, what a quaint tasting room!” Fortunately, they had a nicer facility out front…
Our server at Turley Vineyards was Haylee Sund, the daughter of an active duty Navy captain, and she was a delightful hostess and very knowledgeable about their wines. In fact she is studying viticulture at Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo. We joined the Turley Wine Club, primarily for their exceptional wines, but partly becuse of Haylee’s friendly personality.
One of the less known problems related to drinking Zinfandel is that you can actually shrink in a matter of minutes, as this photo proves…
This class was held at Dolce Hayes Mansion, a beautiful facility often used for spiritual events. The pups particularly liked all the squirrels in a nearby park.
We stayed at the Elks Lodge RV facility in San Jose, near a beautiful suburb called Willow Glen. Houses here go for $1-2 million, even for a remodeled 1950s 1,200 sq ft ranch. This is one of the nicer old houses in an area where we often walked Rudy and Gretchen.
Speaking of our little darlings, we came home one day to find their plastic treat box on the floor – torn open and empty. I had made the mistake of leaving it on the counter where Destructo Dog Rudy could climb up from the couch and get to it. I read them both the riot act when we returned. Don’t they look guilty and remorseful?
Normally I will reward My Lovely Bride for her hard work by letting her out of the galley (kitchen) once a month (I am a very thoughtful husband). This month was Italian. The local Pizza Hut was booked, so after the San Jose event we went to Vin Santo’s, a pretty classy place with tablecloths in Willow Glen. (Guys, for some reason women really like places with tablecloths, preferably not stained with stale beer).
While in Lodi, we went kayaking on the Lodi River, a delightful paddle. When we pulled our boats, we met a young woman at the boat dock, whose name is Abba (yes, named for the group). She invited us to hear her play the fiddle at the farmer’s market that evening. We showed up after dinner, but found that she wouldn’t be playing until an hour later, and we were melting because the temp was 104F. But we will look for Abba next time we’re in Lodi.
Our next stop was Sacramento, where MLB would be boarding a jet bound for Florida. Just an hour before I was to take her to the airport, I found that our mountain bikes had been vandalized, and major parts stolen, including a front wheel and fork, stem, and bike computers, probably by one of the hundreds of homeless men (AKA bums) who hang out in the area. After dropping Suzanne off, I returned to file a report, and got to meet one of Sacramento County’s finest, Deputy Nelson. While filling out the paperwork, I mentioned Suzanne’s work. The deputy was interested, so I gave her some information and Messages of Hope, and later mentioned to MLB that Lacey might be emailing her. There was a pause, and I heard her say in a questioning voice, “Lacey? Lacey?” I quickly replied, “Oh, um, Deputy Nelson!” (Sheesh… sometimes women have no sense of humor…)