August 10th, 2010
The ladies spent two nights at the oldest spa in Calistoga, Indian Springs. We enjoyed volcanic ash mudbaths (my first–divinely primordial) and the general Zelda Fitzgerald ambience created by fellow guests playing badminton and croquet in spa robes while proffering invitations to the “inhalarium.”
We toured a handful of wineries in St. Helena, Yountville, Napa– two I especially liked were Robert Sinskey (Pinots and Vineyard Reserve stood out) and Frog’s Leap, where after a breakfast tasting of the dusty and delish Rutherford (speaking of taking the waters) we toured the terroir pictured above. Below, the Silverado Trail at dusk with Mom (click to expand).
During our short tour of the valley, someone had her ear growled into (Roy Orbison style!) by a heretofore unknown vintner. Hint: that someone was not me. Oh la la!