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Gregg's adventures and nerdy thoughts
We made our way to Wine Country Bikes and met up with Jay our tour guide and one of the owners. It is now Tuesday their slowest day and we were told the couple that we were supposed to ride with canceled their reservation so we were going to have a private tour. Sally quickly told Jay all about our cycling abilities and he planned a route accordingly. We opted for the hybrid tandem since Jay was also on a hybrid. The ride out of the city was short and once into the valley Jay’s knowledge of grape growing, harvesting and wine making was very evident. He was a treasure for two wine novices. At each winery the staff or owners called out to him by his name. He engaged the staff asking about the harvest and was able to speak their language of grapes. At Bella, our favorite winery, they were sorting and washing their harvest of Zinfandel grapes. Jay was able to get the winemaker to agree for us to come into their area and sample some of the grapes. Remember the commercial where candy explodes in your mouth with flavor; this is what it was like as we bit into these perfectly ripened grapes. The grape eating was an experience in itself. We joined Bella’s club and then moved on stopping and sampling different wines.
At our least favorite winery we met a fun couple that was on our same schedule but they were driving. The husband swam from Alcatraz Island to the SF bay in an annual ritual on the day we were visiting the rock. While we were visiting with this couple Jay laid out an incredible spread of food for our lunch. Jay packs local goat cheese and crackers for the tastings but a driver brought out our lunch. The Granville grocery store made our lunch and it was delicious. As a final treat Jay had strawberries and chocolate paired with a nice red wine. Full as a tic as Sally would say; we pushed on past Raymond Burr’s winery and across town to Seghassio a nice Italian family winery. After joining their club and buying a couple of special reserve bottles our toured ended back in town. At the bike shop we were surprised to learn our package included a $150 credit at a hoity-toity restaurant in town. I went to look for a button down shirt at a local men’s clothier to find the cheapest shirt at $160. I threw on my already worn button down and off to a very nice dinner paired with a Russian River valley Pinot. Back at the hotel The iphone app still showed my phone had not left the rental office but with only 3% battery life my ability to track it was coming to an end. Day two of our biking adventure found just Sally and I on the hybrid tandem. Road construction blocked the normal pass to the other side of the valley so we took a scenic way which was perfect fast paced cycling for us. Believe it or not we were wined out and were out for detoxing ride but as we passed Moshi winery we remembered Jay saying this winery was in his top 3 in the area. Moshi was as Jay described. The pourer inside the winery, while new to the area, was very knowledgeable. An Apprentice winemaker from another winery came by and it was fascinating to hear them compare notes. Sally discovered to like “horse blanket” wines which are wines with Brettanomyces. She made friends with a couple from the Denver area that had biked out to the coast and back. At Moshi we hekd our ground and bought just a few bottles knowing that we went overboard the day before. During prohibition this area changed to tobacco growing and this side of the river was noted for their large tobacco drying barns that were now wineries. Very cool place for a bike ride. We showered at the bike store, cleaned up and then started the drive back to SF airport. We were finally were able to reach a lost and found agent who acknowledged having my phone. He explained what I needed to do to pick it up which was very easy during the rental car return. In hindsight my fear of an over inflated price for the wine tour was discredited. After experiencing how great it was and adding up all the perks we think we under paid for the experience. This was one of the best husband and wife trips we could have taken!
Day one had us flying into SF in time to watch the sunset from the plane for what seemed like an hour. We seemingly chased the sun across the Western US. We took the Bart train downtown to almost the last stop. It was a non-eventful ride where we got out was a little far from our hotel so we hiked a few blocks then realizing the hilss were a big obstacle we flagged down a cab to take us to the Hotel Beresford. The hotel was off the beaten path by a couple of blocks. It was built in the 1910. The front desk staff were nice and directed us to our street facing room. The hotel lacked AC so we opened the window to be greeted by the noises of local bar patrons visiting the attached hotel bar. The room was small with a bathroom that would only fit one. We decided it was fine and quaint. Our stomachs were empty after our 5.5hr coach flight. We hiked up the street to an art-deco bistro and had a fancy meal with our first wine of the trip. We walked around the area getting our bearings then retired for the night. The bar was really getting noisy now!
Saturday we had a quick carb loaded hotel breakfast and set off. We walked up to knob hill and grabbed a trolley; we bought a day ticket so we took it roundtrip enjoying the sites. It was early morning and there were very few if any other riders. We hopped off at the Sheraton and went inside and hooked up with the Friends of the SF public library tour group. Each day local volunteers take a walking tour around different parts of the city. We chose a mystery tour because it offered the possibility of my top three tours. Fisherman wharf, Little Italy or Chinatown. Today was Chinatown. The guide was a treasure trove of information and he set the stage of the tour with a quick 10 minute synopsis of the history of the town that became San Francisco. In Chinatown we went to a live market, saw locals hanging fish in their windows to dry, saw a fortune cookie factory and toured a temple. The amazing thing I took away was the massive Cisterns built under intersections that provided firefighters with water for specific sections of the city. Fire Hydrants were colored coded to indicate which cistern it was attached to. All of this was because earth quakes can destroy an interconnected pipe system that is used everywhere else. After the tour we walked around the homes that lined the hills overlooking the bay. We made our way to the wharf to watch the sea lions at the pier. They were the fun to watch, but the crowds were large along the wharf. We stumbled into a Biscoff store and ordered a coffee and a couple of cookies and we were off to see Lombard Street. Here is where we underestimated the hills. The walk to the Wharf was noticeably downhill which meant one thing…what goes down must go up??? We hiked and hiked and hiked through really nice neighborhoods finally getting to the top of Lombard. For me it was anti-climactic moment. I marveled at the million dollar houses that are right along the street but pity the owners that have to put up with all the tourists and their antics. That night I was awoken to Charlie horses in my legs from all the hill climbing. It had been a long time since I felt this level of muscle discomfort.
On Sunday we packed our bags and stored them with the front desk. We grabbed a cab to the Alcatraz fery and did the island tour in about 3 hours. It was a fascinating tour. We walked into town to catch a bus to the other side of town. We walked a few blocks to get to another bus line and watched the last four minutes of the Georgia game with a half-dressed female bar patron. The final bus took us out to the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a fascinating visit reading about the history and the architectural marvels that make it so special. We walked half way across took some pictures then went back to the park to catch a bus back into town. While waiting I found an app that Bart provides that gives real time tracking for the next bus to arrive. Multiple busses come to this one stop but the #22 is the one we all were waiting for. Soon people realized I was tracking it and my phone became the hope for a lot of people around us. The bus took us within a block of our hotel so we jumped off grabbed our luggage and grabbed the next bus to the closest train station. In short we went to a Cal train station instead of the Bart station. It was a cool commuter train and we rode in the bicycle car but in the end we had to get a cab to the car rental center. While researching the cab rental location for the cabbie I realized Hertz was closed after 2pm on Sunday. To the airport we went to get a car with higher fees but that is what happens when one tries to be frugal. An hour outside of San Francisco I realized I left my phone on the bench waiting for our car to be brought to us. The Iphone app worked great showing its location through the day the phone never moved. We continued our drive north to Ferndale, CA. It was a long drive and we were 2-3 hours behind. I fought exhaustion as we rolled in around 10PM. The room was left unlocked and what was supposed to be a quaint inn was just a small motel. We crashed hard and slept solid since it was so quiet compared to our previous two nights sleeping in the city.
Getting ready to board the Staten Island Ferry |
Norman's mini van loaded up with just space for the driver and navigator. |
Our snow covered XC60 in Salzburg, Austria. It could be a long time before this Florida car sees snow again |