To mark his crossing into his thirties, the husband and I spent the weekend in Russian River Valley.Over the course of two days, we visited 10 wineries and had two exquisite dinners (fennel pollen dusted scallops, coffee encrusted filet mignon!).
We stayed in a cabin with a fireplace and a hot tub. It was a quiet weekend, simple, yet lavish.
I didn't expect to see such a vivid autumn, only 70 miles north of the city. The colors were brilliant, and the air quite cold. Just like New England, but with more wine.
No comments:
Post a Comment