This past weekend, I headed down to D.C. to visit a good friend of mine and air out some life baggage.
We met up with two very smart, dashing physicists (which brings the number of physicists that I’ve met up to a grand total of 3), visited some Virginia wineries, and went for a nice, little baby hike in Shenandoah National Park.
It was all kinds of great.
And all kinds of pretty.
The best wine we had, by far, was at Hume Winery a relatively new outfit out on a Civil War-era historic farm in Fauqier County.
The very friendly and very knowledgeable owner Stephane (French born, D.C. research consultant turned pre-life crisis winery owner) and his assistant (who happened to be an ex-Air Force mechanic turned archeologist currently working for the Smithsonian as a airplane restorationist) were behind the bar, pouring the tastings. If they weren’t living proof confirmation from the world that this all leads somewhere, I don’t know what is.
My particular favorites, the crisp Seyval Blanc and the floral Pinot Verdot, were on opposite ends of the taste spectrum but were made with a light and sensitive hand and were overwhelmingly palate pleasing.
Mr. Lucio (Age: 4 months) kept us safe from predators and thugs throughout the day.
I would highly recommend his security services.
Oh, and this is why they call them the Blue Ridge Mountains.
As I said, it was all kinds of pretty.
How was your weekend?
P.S. We gunned down some great cocktails at Pearl Dive Oyster Palace in Logan Circle on Friday night, and enjoyed their smartly outfitted indoor/outdoor space. Their wood grilled East Coast oysters were fantastic.