I came away with a new appreciation and excitement for the possibilities in Nevada. To be clear, we will never, ever be another California. It's not because we don't have the ability or the climate, but when over 80% of the state is in federal hands, that puts huge limitations on acreage alone.
It doesn't seem too much to ask for clean sheets without holes, a fridge that I can use, room TV service that's dependable, and stable Internet. Either that or cut the price of a stay. I can get better service (fridge and all) at any Courtyard, and at a far lower cost.
I'm especially happy that I had the presence of mind to stop at Refugio State Beach and take some footage and photos just days before the horrific and inexcusable oil spill.
New tax laws are being escorted through the legislature like a hot date on prom night, and this bill which has the potential of bringing so much business - and its resulting revenue flow - into the state is looked upon as “minor.”
So how did I go from ecstasy to dismay faster than a funny car at the Winternationals?
The transcendent moment came when I sampled their exquisite Auslese, Beerenauslese, Trockenbeerenauslese, and Eiswein. Yes, I had them all. Don't hate me because I'm Prüm.
For many years, Nevada wines were known for their relentless mediocrity - they seemed to be White Zinfandel wannabes - and there wasn't much that the serious wine person could glean from them other than a collective meh.