Day 7 (Tuesday, February 28th):
Pope Valley
The Truest Thing I Can Write About Wine. There is a vineyard in Pope Valley called “Juliana.” I documented a day trip there with winemaker Jeff Morgan. In the morning the sun shines on Pope Valley and reflects the golden grasses, which grow everywhere so that no matter in what direction you gaze, everything shimmers. There is a particular grass too that grows in this valley and smells of hot sunshine, woods and sand. The upper echelon of the Bay Area’s high society used to vacation in Pope Valley because it was considered a place of healing. Thick fog and natural springs provided an ideal environment to cure one of the various ailments in life: gout, syphilis, the flu, mumps, bad temper, alcoholism and writer’s block.
Day 8 (Wednesday, February 29):
DineTitanic.com
The Truest Thing I Can Write About Wine. The last meal served aboard the R.M.S. Titanic featured wine pairings with each course. However, no record exists of the wines poured at the last meal. Menus survived but no record of the wine list. We know the ship was carrying nearly 55,000 bottles, mostly French wines. And then there was this little “Titanic” undertaking: 41N49W.
