Much of the fun–for me, at least–of a Hill Country trip is the adventure of finding things. Like the Driftwood Winery, which is sort of between Wimberley & Dripping Springs up on top of a hill off a dusty gravel road that made my poor little city car say “Ow, my feet hurt!” as we crunched our way to the top. But the view from the top made it all worthwhile:
Now, there are no pics of the tasting room because, sad to say, it doesn’t live up to the landscape. The patio is fairly nice, but day we were there the tasting area was overcrowded and hot. Kinda blew the ambiance, y’know? I picked up two bottles of Armadillo Red, an inexpensive but tasty wine I thought would be good in pasta sauce. Rosemary needed a box to haul her purchases home.
After crunching back down the hill we (well, I, since I was driving, but everyone else went with me by default) whipped off the road to a scenic overlook.
Some people use a tripod, some crawl onto picnic tables…whatever it take to get the shot.
Then we ended our wine tour du jour at Duchman Family Winery, which went by Mandola the last time I was there. It’s a pretty place.
And between you and me, the winemaker…the assistant winemaker…and the nice young man who took us on the winery tour were also darn easy on the eyes. Some of the wine is quite tasty, too, especially the Canto Felice. (“The Mandola “signature” wine, inspired by the “canto felice” or “happy song” of Italian lyric opera, a sweet blend of noble red grapes, a hand-crafted symphony of flavors.” So their Web site says.)
I’d go on and on about our delicious dinner at the Gruene River Grille, complete with pictures of the luscious steak with balsamic reduction, but we sat on the deck and it was dark. Really dark. Haul out your little keychain flashlight to shine on your plate so you can see to cut your steak dark. So I’ll spare you the details.