Afterwards, I stopped by the local post office to mail off my parents' address labels and to return my Air Canada tickets to a Seattle travel agency for rebooking - yes, my plans done changed again.
Finally, after a twenty-minute delay on the road over the hill to Bonny Doon (they're repaving, yuck), I arrived at the winery, all eager and shit to pick up my case of their new Riesling. (After getting it home, I noticed that it's sweeter than I ordinarily would buy, but Randall sez it's something you need to let age in the cellar for a decade before breaking open - ask me again in 2010!) Surprisingly, they had an open bottle of the yet to be released pinot grigio behind the counter, and they offered me a taste of it.
Wow. That was incredibly good. I've had a few glasses of pg over the course of this summer, and this is the first glass that had real flavor to it - normally, I order it when I want something virtually flavorless but cold and not beer. It had a strange pale salmon copper pink to it, and I'd recommend it for anyone who likes their whites with pleasant flavor and not way too dry. Can't wait to buy some next month!
PS. I just noticed that I wrote "on the train". Well, I meant to write "trail". However, there was an old steam train next to the trail, so maybe that's why I wrote "train"; you could hear the din of excited schoolchildren all throughout the forest this morning as they waited for their turn to ride.