Happy Monday everyone!
How was your weekend? It was absolutely GORGEOUS here in Virginia–70 degrees, clear, sunny sky–perfect weather. When I walked out the door to go on a run Saturday morning, I seriously just stood there for about 5 minutes smiling because I was just so glad not to be running in a million layers and still feeling like I need a hot shower when I get back. It looks like today’s the last day of this however, but I’ll just have to enjoy the brief respite of winter while I can.
I really wanted to spend as much time as possible outdoors on Saturday, but after a late night showing of Skyfall (which I almost stayed awake during!) and a late-ish morning of running + cleaning, we didn’t make it out the door until after noon. And then, being the 21st century folks that we are, we were just going to rely on our phones and modern technology to help us navigate to the town and winery, but of course, we had absolutely no cell service the entire day. Not even in town. No bueno.
So what started out as a 45 minute drive to the winery turned into a 2 hour drive through the (stunning) Virginia countryside until we finally backtracked back to town to ask for directions the old fashioned way. And so, almost two and a half hours after we’d headed out, we pulled up to our destination: the Chateau Morrisette winery.
I was so excited to try local Virginian wine tasting for the first time. We had tried the Chateau Morrisette chardonnay a few weeks ago and loved it, so we walked in will high expectations. The winery and the grounds were absolutely beautiful and the inside no less so.
I’m going to chalk it up to cultural/state differences, but the wine tasting experience was quite a bit different than what I was used to in Edna Valley in SLO. First, the tasting was $8 a person, which has to be the most expensive wine tasting fee I’ve ever paid. While the tasting did include a complimentary wine glass, the fee was not waved even if you purchased a bottle or two. But since we’d driven all that way, we dutifully paid the amount and got on with the tasting.
Then, instead of being a more personalized, go-at-your-own-pace tasting like I’m used to, the one and only pourer poured our 10 tastings to a large group of people, briefly introducing the wine as he went down the row. By the time he got to the end, he quickly grabbed the next bottle and moved on to the next tasting, making the whole event a little rushed and more formal, when I wished we could have just slowed down a little and had time to chat with both the people around us and the winery employees.
Still, we decided to purchase a bottle of their Chambourcin: a medium to full bodied wine featuring a fruity and exceptionally long finish, revealing glimmers of black pepper (from website here).
Still without phone service, we decided to see if we could navigate to another winery in the area, but after no luck, decided to just head back into town. We did stumble upon the Blue Ridge National Park with an overlook of the sprawling Rock Castle Gorge, so all was not lost in our afternoon of what turned out to be aimless driving.
And then we got to Floyd… I didn’t snap too many photos (only 1 actually), but we will definitely be back soon because we both fell head over heels in love with the town. The small rural town is located on the Crooked Road, Virginia’s Heritage Music Trail, and reminds me of Northern Californian coastal towns like Occidental and Sebastopol–needless to to say, we felt right at home!
We had planned to head back to Blacksburg for dinner, but ended up eating at a local Mexican food restaurant which had the best and most authentic Mexican food we’ve had since we’ve been here–hallelujah! Then, we ended up next door at this urban meets country eatery, Dogtown Roadhouse, with wood-fired pizzas and a diverse local-ish tap. We stayed a lot longer than we intended and chatted with the locals and watched the country square dancing going on in the area behind the restaurant. Eventually, we tore ourselves away and hit the road, but we will be back with camera in hand next time because honestly, we both haven’t felt so at home in Virginia as we did that night!
Here’s to new adventures and new beginnings (and embracing your inner
Californian Virginian hippie self!)