Coming of Age: Mile High Wine

Earlier this month I had the privilege of traveling back to Denver for some work stuff and thankfully got to add a few days for some social stuff. I lived in Denver from 2008-2012, and though I was by most standards already “grown”, I still think of it as a place in which some formative “growing up” occurred for me. It was the first time in all my life that I truly lived alone. No roommates, partner or family members. Just me. I would sometimes walk down the street in my beguiling first neighborhood of Cheesman Park, giggling to myself, tickled that I actually lived there, in my own stately apartment within the red bricked exterior of The Bentley. As a wine lover living alone, one has to get comfortable very quickly with the notion of “drinking alone”.  With the lore of a haunted neighborhood and being a single young woman living on her own, it was not a hard sell. Wine and I became very intimate during the Denver years.

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A Commentary on Ironstone Vineyards.

As Gabe mentioned in the previous post, we stayed for a post Wine Bloggers excursion to Ironstone Vineyards in Murphys, CA, in the Sierra foothills. What. A. Place. First off, it is massive. Our tour lasted several hours and we were moving expeditiously. With vineyards, a museum, caverns, a gift shop, a tasting room and an amphitheater, it is a lot of ground to cover. Thankfully we had an attentive team to escort us around the property. Gabe's post visually sums it up. At long last we were led into a grand ball room, all set up for our vertical tasting. Wine time!

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