Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
As I mentioned in the previous, we booked only one night at Timber Cove. Our reservations for Wednesday were down in Napa. After showering and partly-packing, as we wolfed down our Eggs Benedict down in the dining room, we explored the possibility of an alternate road trip purely on a lark. We could have gone back the way we’d come, or opted for Plan B which has become something of a custom, to zip upward toward 101 from the mouth of the Russian River.
But there was an alternate route, an innocuous looking one, that pokes out at Stewart’s Point just to the North. We inquired to our waiter what his guesstimate was for going up that way and coming out at Healdsburg; it had been twelve years since I’d gone over that narrow road, and nine since I’d visited the fair city. I always wanted to take new gal. When we got back to the room we realized the waiter’s best-guess was very close to Google Maps’ figure, a little over an hour. Just a few minutes later, at 11:30, we were at Stewart’s, taking the hard-right with the car’s rear end pointed oceanward, gunning it as fast as seemed safe. Twenty-five miles per.
The following shot seems to have been taken on this journey. At this point, we’re running into a patch where, again, The Girlfriend and I have yet to synchronize our albums. I recall pulling over for many a fine shot with that marvelous camera of hers, but we’d only done our file transfers the night before.
The following two are from hers, though. Healdsburg is a beautiful city. Not much to do besides browse antique shops, but it certainly is visually pleasing.
The remaining are all taken with my Polaroid.
We checked into the Vino Bello Resort, just outside the city limits of Napa. The following morning, Thursday, she and I hiked up the hill into the vineyard to snap some more pics. At this point, the ratio between what you see, against what actually got saved, is getting quite low; we may have literally hundreds just from this walk, or something approaching that.
I have an Excel table I’ve been maintaining in version control, that defines exactly why Timber Cove Inn is 150.2 miles away from our local gas station by car, and 178.6 miles from my front door by bicycle. Someday, maybe I might actually take that trip on two wheels; naturally, it nails down exactly where lodging is available and where food and liquid refreshments may be sought. There is a conspicuous entry halfway down that says “72.0: Big Metal Man.” The sculpture is visible from over a mile away in all directions and is a well-known landmark in the area. This is a tribute, as I understand it, to the laborers who helped build the Napa valley’s thriving wine industry. You can see someone else’s capture of it here, and what you see below is mine.
There is a wine tasting room under the vineyard. I have some cool shots of the interior, which I checked out while we were checking out the appointment book for her eyebrow-waxing & what-not. This is pretty cool, I’ll have to add something like it into that half-mile-wide dream house when the time comes to build it. Lots of candles on wrought-iron stands, dripping with wax, like something out of a Vincent Price movie.
Now that I’m home, I see I got lazy toward the end with preparing these batches. But not, fortunately, with snapping the shutter. We’re halfway through our “relax & tend to business” day, our singular buffer between sunburns and punching that timeclock on Monday…cavorting around in our underwear, doing laundry. I’ll see what I can do about squeezing in one more batch.
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You didn’t answer my camera question in comments to Vol II. But that’s OK. I’ve been ignored before. 😉
- bpenni | 06/13/2010 @ 12:18Girlfriend sez…
No, tell him it’s one of the new Olympuses, E-520.
It came with two Olympus lenses, both telephoto.
For some reason I didn’t see your inquiry under Vol. 2. Oh well.
- mkfreeberg | 06/13/2010 @ 15:17Ah. Well, we’ll wait for more reviews on the Pen. But that’s an impressive device, none the less. Thanks for comin’ back.
- bpenni | 06/13/2010 @ 17:41Girlfriend’s pics ROCK!
- philmon | 06/14/2010 @ 14:56