The landscapes are beautiful, the wineries outstanding, and my ability to get lost while trying to find them, legendary.
The numbers of wineries in Paso Robles have exploded so much in the past few years that it would take a month or two – or six – to visit them all. My liver and I aren’t quite that brave yet.
Unfortunately, not all of the wine trails are listed in one, easy-to-search place. Until now.
Well, now that the end of the world is nigh, I figured that I may as well find something that’s worth drinking while the Earth is exploding (or we’re being invaded by aliens, Zombies have attacked, the waters have flooded the desert, blah blah blah. Or whatever).
Such hacking can cause all kinds of damage, the most expensive of which is one’s reputation.
So I’m in search of another place to rent. Something as insignificant as not having a roof over my head won’t deter me from visiting Paso! Unless, of course, it rains a lot and I’ve done my hair.
I encourage all Paso Robles fans to check out the videos. Oh hell, check them out even if you’re not a Paso Robles fan! They’re fun, well done, and surprisingly educational.
Lotto or Megabucks luck notwithstanding (I know, I know – I actually have to play), if it were at all possible, I’d retire there in a heartbeat and call it home.
When we went to the Olive Festival a couple of weeks ago in Paso Robles after too long an absence, I realized just how very much I love that town and how much I had missed it.
We met several of the Olive Oil producers, and learned how to do an Olive Oil tasting. It’s noisy and sounds pretty disgusting, but boy oh boy! While I’ve always loved Olive Oil, until I learned exactly *why* I love it through proper tasting, I realized that I had been missing out on the full pleasure of the oil.
Full disclosure – I’ve been a Mac Fangirl ever since 1992 when I purchased a Performa with System 7 OS. Old timers will be shocked.
Paso Robles has the best Zinfandel. Period. Everybody else is fine, but for a full appreciation of this singularly American-style grape, Paso Robles has everyone beat. By a mile. (yes, yes, I know. Primitivo. I got it.)