Posted by Wine cohort on September 26, 2011 at 12:35 PM under
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Summer Wine
Along
the pristine waters of the Brule
River, you can find
century old summer husband and I begin every year. Our friends, who share their beautiful home
with us during those short months, are responsible for such wonderful memories.
These memories we keep through the winter in anticipation for the next summer.
Those of you who are
avid Fly Anglers know where the Brule
River is and with any
luck, you have fly-fished it one time in your life. For those who don't fly-
fish, the Brule River
is in Northern Wisconsin amongst Great White
Pines, Big Cedar Trees, lots of wild life, and birds. If you love nature, the Brule River
is one of the special places you will find it.
Canoeing down the Brule
River is a popular
everyday event. You can rent a canoe if you do not own one and take a
breath-taking trip down river.
I will often be sitting on the dock to guide you out of the
trees and sand bars if you get stuck when passing by. Other wise we love to
great you and warn you about the rock you are about to hit because of our
distraction.
With summer, brings
wonderful wine, and food. We gather for one special weekend of the summer.
Indeed it is a holiday of it s own making
We hold nothing back; the best wines from our cellars along
with incredible breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, which no gourmet restaurant
can match. We are a gifted group I might have to say. I know I should not but
we have earned the title.
This summer our friend Richard brought along a wine he had
put away some time ago and he was very excited to uncork it. We watched in
anticipation as he poured. He held it up to the light and it was deep, ripe,
and waiting for us to roll it about
our tongues.
The 1988 Silverado Stags Leap Reserve washed over my tongue
like silk under my fingertips. Lush, with flavors of licorice and berries, oak,
leather. It all was there. As this dark ruby liquid slid down my throat, I
could not believe how smooth it tasted.
We; my friends, husband and I exclaimed;
OH-MY-GOD, can you believe this stuff?
My mouth watered as it does after I eat exquisite chocolates.
There were only two good wineglasses left to pour the wine
in. Not one of us wanted to be sharing this wonder of a wine. I have never felt
so selfish over a wine before, but this one, well, we almost cried when it was
gone. We did cheer ourselves up with a 1996 Red Zinfandel, then wandered down
to the river to sip and welcomed the canoeist passing by.
We were happy for the
warm summer day and wonderful friends we had in each other.
