I'm leaving

Again, you ask? But Shannon, dearest, you just got back.

Oh, but this time I'm going on a little trip. Tomorrow morning, Miles and I will be taking my little Honda Fit up to Sonora, CA. This is Gold Country, where all the 49ers came to make their fortune. Today, there's less mining and more wining.

(groan)

Every year, we head up to this lovely part of the world, covered in small towns and small Zinfandel wineries, for a golf tournament called the Wine Bottle Open. The tournament is, thank heavens, a Best Ball format. Which means that I don't have to play my real score. Which is often un-countable because, at the more difficult times during the round, I'll pick up my ball and throw it where it's supposed to go. It's really more efficient that way, even if it is illegal.

The main point of the weekend is to go on wine tastings in an area much more laid-back than Napa, drink in some 150-year-old saloons, and hang out with a lot of good people.

So off I go. Back Sunday. Regaining consciousness Monday.

Have a great weekend.