Wine Country
Friday, April 30th, 2004Yesterday, my father-in-law and I drove up north to wine country. My wife and I wanted to treat him to a day in Napa Valley for his 60th birthday. The wife didn’t go with us since she had to watch the kids. Besides, she and a few moms from our son’s school had already gone there a couple of weeks ago. It was our turn, she said.
We first headed off to Calistoga, a city known for its hot-spring spas. We got there just in time for our massage appointments at Golden Haven Spa and Resort. We opted not to do the mud baths. Too icky.
The massage did such a marvelous job in relaxing our muscles that the rest of our day was like “a walk in the clouds” (he-he). We had lunch at the restaurant on the grounds of the Culinary Institute of America.
Next, we stopped at Grgich Hills Winery where we sampled their fine wines. The next winery down the road was the one owned by Francis Ford Coppola. We skipped it since we had to go home. It was a great day. Glad we went on a weekday. No waits. No traffic. Perfect.
More pictures here.