Wine in the Wilderness
Dear readers and drinkers,
This is just to say I’m lost in the wilderness somewhere. And by lost, I mean I’m still not exactly sure where we’re going. All I know is up in Bear Valley (in the Sierras, I gather), giving up some basic amenities. No car camping here. No showers, no bathrooms. Plenty of peace and quiet, though and hopefully not too many mosquitoes.
Having been forced to leave early Friday morning, after working on my JFP column and making potato salad all Thursday evening after work, I didn’t have the chance to write a delightful post to greet you on Monday, so this is what you get.
It is possible that I will have stopped Friday in Murphys to get some Twisted Oak goodness and the like. It is guaranteed I will have been drinking wine out in the woods and hopefully getting some writing done for this and my new project.
However the trip turns out, at least I have some good music, good friends, and reading material to get me through.
If you don’t hear from me by Tuesday, send out the rangers. Or at least some more bottles.
Sincerely,
Farley





July 30th, 2007 at 1:36 pm
watch out for snow!