There is no area, other then in France, that compares to the wine country, in our estimation.  Just riding through the rolling hills covered with huge oak trees, open grass land sliced by acres and acres of vineyards is a treat to the eyes.  And the professionalism beauty of the wine tasting rooms is cool to see.

Just seeing the actual grapes hanging from the vine that will be turned into bottles of fine and some not so fine wines is wonder.  I guess little things make us happy!

But, some things just don’t go well for people in the wine country.  For instance, in the RV park we were staying in, these folks ran out of luck!

But then you get a little tranquility when, as you ride through the rolling grassland, you see the cows, in a line, heading back to the barn for dinner.  Because of the drought the fodder in the fields is bleak.