You may recall this post from last year when Motor Man, my friend, Donna, and I visited a local winery.
Last Saturday, Donna and I were in the neighborhood so we stopped in – not for wine, but to visit the goats. In case you missed that original post, the winery is home to the world tallest goat tower.
Last time we were there, we weren’t fortunate enough to see any goats actually ON the tower. But this time, we were in for a treat.
Unfortunately, it was an overcast day, so the pictures aren’t as bright as they would have been had it been sunny.
It’s amazing to watch the goats actually climb the steps. It looks pretty scary to me.
Oops – got an itchy.
We were able to purchase little cups of “goat chow”, so once down from the tower, the goats headed our way for a snack.
I’ve always thought goats were so cute.
And obviously, so does Donna.
As for the title of today’s post, why, yes, Donna and I still think of ourselves as “girls”….why do you ask?
~These Days Of Mine~
There’s a new winery in town. Actually, it’s about 45 minutes from us, but it’s in the general area where I grew up and attended school.
Motor Man and I don’t drink and have never drunk. So why would the two of us ever visit a winery?
The winery boasts the tallest “goat tower” in the world, 35 feet tall. Who knew that goats even climbed towers? As we drove into the parking lot last weekend, a goat was looking out the window of the tower, but before I could jump out of the vehicle and get in position for a picture, he’d already run down those steps. Sadly, I didn’t get another photo op with the goats.
Our reason for visiting the winery this particular weekend was that there was to be a Hot Air Balloon festival. We know a guy who owns a hot air balloon company: you may recall that we helped him and his crew launch the balloon one morning a couple of years ago. He and Motor Man were in touch last week, and we scheduled a ride for the two of us and our friend, Donna, who was also planning to attend the festival.
Sadly, the wind was too strong that evening for the balloons to fly, then rain canceled all flights for the remainder of the weekend.
But, even though we don’t drink, and there were no balloon rides, it was still a fun evening. Motor Man and Donna shared a laugh. Well, maybe more than one.
Then, she took some photos of Motor Man and me. I borrowed a bottle of wine as a “prop”.
And we had a little fun with the photo session.
Who needs wine?
See? It is possible for teetotalers to have a good time at a winery.
~These Days Of Mine~