We turned off the Pacific Coast Highway and made our way southeast toward the straighter, wider US 101. We had no idea at the time but that remote, infrequently used road cut right through the heart of Mendocino County wine country.
Once we left the sound of the coast and the towering trees behind the land flattened out into vast rolling hills covered with acres and acres of grapes.
My wife really wants to have a bug someday so we talked about VWs and traveling and he expressed his kind hippie concern about us being San Francisco bound since, “Everyone is on meth in central California.”
At the third winery Juniper had to pee so we accompanied Amy inside. They had a nice grassy area between the parking lot and the tasting room where Sullivan and Juniper played with the dogs and me while Ava learned about wine inside with her mom. We drove past, no kidding, like 12 other wineries but Amy said she was satisfied with the bottle she had picked out at the second place. We honestly didn’t have room in the car for a lot more than that anyway.
We drove on without stopping much from there and after crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge we were at our hotel in time for the girls to enjoy some swimming at the pool with their old dad while Sullivan and Mama and the furry friends relaxed in the room. Sullivan loves to swim too but he tends to run out of energy at the end of the day whereas the girls would be willing to go swimming at 2 in the morning if they were awake and you offered.