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2015 Anne Amie Pinot Gris

I had one more day of my long weekend to enjoy before I have to head back to work tomorrow.  Today was a quiet, lazy day.  I unpacked from a weekend trip, cleaned the house, took a short nap, and read my book on the deck.  It was glorious.  Temperatures have also come down here again, so the house wasn’t roasting hot!  This evening I finished off a bottle of 2015 Anne Amie Pinot Gris that my friend and I opened while we were down in Oregon.

It has floral and apple aromas, and flavors of sweet apple and peaches.  A delicious summer sipper; Anne Amie does their wines right.

I hope your work week has started out right!  I hope mine does too.  Cheers!

 

Mouvance Winery – Pinot in Idaho?

The second winery that we visited in Boise was such a surprise!  Who knew that we would find Oregon Pinot in Idaho?  Turns out the owners, who live in Boise, purchased a 50 acre vineyard site near Salem, Oregon.  They worked to build the vineyard and opened the winery in Carlton, Oregon, but moved the winery in 2012 to Boise.  They opened their downtown Boise tasting room in March 2013.  The grapes will continue to come from their vineyard site in Oregon.

We started our tasting with the 2009 Pinot Gris.  It is 98% Pinot Gris and 2% Riesling, and is full of aromas and flavors of honey and pear.  It is a more creamy Pinot Gris, rather than being crisp and acidic.  I tend more towards the crisp, citrus Pinot Gris, but if you like a creamier Pinot Gris, you will love this one.  We had the 2011 Rose next, a light Pinot Noir Rose with strawberry and light cream flavors and vanilla on the finish.  It had far less citrus flavor than is typical in a Rose, but the heavier mouth feel and creamy flavor will appeal to many.

The 2010 Willamette Valley Pinot Noir had strong flavors of black cherry and spice – without overpowering tannins.  I really enjoyed this wine, and it is very reasonably priced at $25 dollars a bottle.

The last two wines we tasted were two different expressions of the Pinot grapes in their vineyard, the 2009 Judith Marie Pinot Noir and the 2009 Donna Jean Pinot Noir.  The Judith Marie has flavors of fig, date and mocha, and a smoky toast flavor on the finish.  Jon preferred this one.  My favorite was the Donna Jean, with stronger blackberry and plum flavors mised with smoke and wood aromas.  Both were excellent, both were young and I’m sure both will be even better after a bit more time in the bottle.  Of course, they are both sold out now, so you’ll have to get the 2010, which I have no doubt are just as good.

The owners, Lonnie and Judy, came out and chatted with us for a bit, taking a break from their barrel cleaning chores.  They were very friendly folks, and we chatted about marathons and the upcoming wine country half marathon.  Sorry there are no pictures, but I was just enjoying the wine so much!  It is certainly a place we will visit again!

The Post Race Wine Festival!

After I finished the Oregon Wine Country Half Marathon, it was time for the wine!  Never mind that it was only 10 am.  I had already been up for 5 hours at that point, and that totally counts right?  I had seen the sunrise, and sunrises are almost like sunsets, and a spectacular sunset calls for some wine!  Not to mention that almost 3 of those hours were doing high intensity exercise!  I was more than ready.

But where was my cheering section?  Where were my partners in wine?  Allysa and Bob were going to meet me at the end of the race and watch me cross the finish line, but I didn’t see them, and I couldn’t figure out where they were.  Carlton is not that big, so the possibility that they had lost me in the crowd seemed unlikely.  I texted Allysa that I was done!  I got a message back that the GPS had taken them on the scenic route, and they were almost there.  Oops…

So, while I was waiting, I got prepared.  I wandered around looking for water, and stumbled into a vendor booth where they were giving away cans of an all-natural juice/electrolyte/anti-oxidant/miracle drug concoction.  Score – sounds great!  I chose one in Nectarine and something else (Pomegranate?) and cracked it open.  Despite the fact that I had not yet imbibed anything alcoholic, I cannot for the life of me remember what the juice was, but it was tasty.

Now normally I might not wait for my friends – I would have just dug into the wine, but I had to pick up both my glass and the guest glass together, and my guest had to be present.  So, finally, Allysa showed up, and we were ready to taste!  And then Shelley showed up!  We picked up our souvenir etched Riedel wine glasses and headed over to the tasting area.  If you have ever been to Carlton, the festival was right outside in the parking lot of Ken Wright Cellars and the Carlton Winemakers Studio.  There were 29 wineries (Wow!) represented, most with tasting rooms in the immediate Carlton vicinity.

The Band at the Wine Festival

The Band at the Wine Festival

Here’s the list:

Anne Amie Vineyards

ArborBrook Vineyards

Argyle Winery

Carlton Cellars

Cathedral Ridge Winery

Cottonwood Winery of Oregon

Denison Cellars

Duck Pond Cellars

Elks Cove Vineyards

Ghost Hill Cellars

Ken Wright Cellars

Kramer Vineyards

K&M Winery

Left Coast Cellars

Lemelson Vineyards

Lenne Estate

Luminous Hills Winery

Monks Gate Vineyard Estate

Omero Cellars

ROCO Winery

Scott Paul Wines

Seven of Hearts

Solena Estate

Stag Hollow

Stoller Family Estate

Stone Griffon Vineyard

Torii Mor

Walnut City WineWorks

Wildaire Cellars

Each winery was tasting between 1 and 3 of their wines, with 2 being the norm.  I didn’t write down any of my impressions, and I must admit I found it somewhat difficult to pay particular attention to the wines (call it fatigue or adrenaline or whatever), so I won’t be giving you any tasting notes here.  Post half marathon wine tasting is an interesting experience, as I learned…  I will say that there wasn’t a bad wine in the bunch.  I tried to focus on wineries that I hadn’t visited before, but unfortunately there wasn’t time (or stamina) to try them all.  I did sample Arborbrook, Cottonwood, Duck Pond, Elks Cove, Ken Wright, K&M, Lemelson, Lenne, Luminous Hills, ROCO, Seven of Hearts and Solena.  I feel like I didn’t even scratch the surface!

Allysa, Shelley and I had a great time, and I made sure to have some big glasses of water in between tastes to rehydrate – I just filled my wine glass with water to make sure I would drink the whole thing before I started tasting again!  Ken Wright was one of my favorites, of course, and I loved the Pinot Gris from Solena Estate.  Lenne had two vintages of their Pinot Noir to sample, you could taste the robust, earthy 2010 next to the more fruit forward, elegant 2009.  Seven of Hearts was sampling a GSM – Grenache, Syrah, Mourvedre blend that offered something different than the Pinot Noir so many Willamette Valley wineries specialize in.  I think the server was a little surprised that I knew the blend in GSM though – I’m sure the half-marathon types aren’t necessarily wine connoisseurs too.

In the grassy patio area of Carlton Cellars, a band played for the crowd, and you could sit and rest your tired feet if you needed to.  We stayed until noon, when the festival was wrapping up, and then we wandered over to a small bakery/sandwich shop on the main street of Carlton to get some much needed food.  I ordered a Reuben sandwich that was delicious!  I had an orange juice too, to get some vitamins and anti-oxidants.  Shelley had a BLT without Dijon mustard, but unfortunately the dry baguette bread didn’t lend itself to a lack of condiments.  Allysa and Bob enjoyed their sandwiches too, but I can’t remember what they ordered.  We sat in the sunshine and soaked up some rays, and then Allysa told me she would do the race next year!  Yay!

Allysa and Shelley - Waiting For Lunch

Allysa and Shelley – Waiting For Lunch

So, hopefully, next year, we will have a big crowd of friends all coming down to test ourselves and then try some wine.  Perhaps this is the beginning of an annual tradition!

What I Did For Labor Day – Oregon Wine Country Half Marathon!

This evening I reflect back on another Labor Day Weekend come and gone.  And although Labor Day is supposed to be a weekend of rest, I did anything but.  You probably hung out with family, BBQ’d some meat and veggies, ate some pie, maybe went camping or swimming.  You did all that because you are smart.  I. Am. Not.  Nope, I decided it would be a good weekend for my 4th Half Marathon!  And I convinced my friend Shelley that this would be a good idea.  So, as you unwind from your weekend of relaxation, let me spin a tale of mine.

The half marathon we signed up for was the Oregon Wine Country Half-Marathon.  It is one of a series of half marathons put on all around the country by Destination Races.  This isn’t just your typical half marathon.  Nope, they promise beautiful views of vineyards and scenic farmland, an on-course tasting and a post-race wine tasting with 27 different wineries!  Plus, for those people who have an athletic bone in their body (I don’t) and might actually stand a chance as finishing in the top 3 of their age division (I have no chance), you can actually win wine!  What better motivation is there to hustle!

So Shelley and I headed out for a weekend of girl bonding and pushing our bodies to the limits.  It went something like this…

Sunday morning – the alarm clock went off at 4:55 am…  I told Shelley to set the alarm at 5, but she thought this would be better…  UGH!  We got dressed and slammed a bit of caffeine before skipping stumbling out the door into the pre-dawn morning.  We drove from our hotel in Newberg, Oregon, over to Carlton, Oregon, where the finish line would be.  We drove in the dark.  We mostly drove without speaking (there might have been some grunts and mumbles).  Soon we joined a line of other athletes insane people heading in the same direction, rolled into Carlton and found the parking lot.  The place was already crawling.  It was 5:41 am.

After parking, we got on an old school bus and made the trip in the dark up to Stoller Winery.  We were close to the last two on this bus, so I ended up sitting next to a lady in her late 40s from Portland, who had a bit of a race obsession.  She told me she was taking next weekend off because the wine country half was her third weekend racing in a row.  Ummm… No… I will never have an obsession like that.  As we got off the bus, the morning light was just starting to peek over the hills.  And it was cold!

Pre-Race at Stoller Winery - It's Way Too Early in the Morning for This!

Pre-Race at Stoller Winery – It’s Way Too Early in the Morning for This!

We walked up the hill to the winery, and spent the next hour trying to wake up mingling on the patio outside of Stoller – there was a DJ working up the crowd, with some music and some motivation – then the sun began to come up over the mountains in the distance.  It was beautiful!  Then we saw a tiny little dot – a hot air balloon doing a sunrise flight in the distance, watching the sunrise just like us.

Stoller Sunrise - Can You See the Hot Air Balloon on the Right?

Stoller Sunrise – Can You See the Hot Air Balloon on the Right?

Shelley and I had our breakfast of Baker’s Breakfast Cookies – peanut butter and apple cinnamon for me, pre-race hydration and one last stop at the Honey-Bucket before heading back down the driveway to the start line.  We lined up and then!  We waited…  They were a couple of minutes late sending us off, but pretty soon, the gun went off and everybody started to move!

Here’s the play by play of the race…

Mile 1 – Since we are walkers mostly, we try to start near the back, but as always, there are a million runners who don’t line up until the end and end up behind us.  So, the first mile is people passing us.  We passed by some cows, and their cow smell, and some horses (horses don’t smell, of course).  We jogged and walked and jogged some more.  Feeling pretty good at this point!

Mile 1 - Dairies and Cows

Mile 1 – Dairies and Cows

Mile 2 – 3 – We wove through a residential neighborhood in the town of Lafayette, with cute little tract homes sleeping in the early morning light.  A few residents came out to watch and cheer us on, and the first aid station supplied us with water.  At this point, we were neck and neck with a man we called Doctor’s Order’s, an older (late 50s) man who was pretty overweight and seemed like he might collapse at any point.  He was really puffing loudly and had already sweated out a kiddie pool of water…  Good for him for giving this a go, but we really hoped he had ok’d it with his doctor.

Mile 4 – The second aid station offered water and Honey-buckets.  Shelley had to go, and I wanted to beat my standing personal best time, so we said our goodbyes here.  I continued on my own down some tree lined roads – the shadiest part of the course.  There were some pretty Bed And Breakfasts – I might have to look into staying there one day.  At one point there was a little park area with a couple of picnic tables near a marshy pond – it looked like a great place for a picnic – a picnic was sounding really good at that point…  The crowd had thinned out considerably, and I passed and was passed by the same several walk-joggers multiple times as we each pushed ourselves.

Mile 5 – 6 – The hardest hill on the course was here; a long gradual grade up past a Trappist Abbey.  The monks did not come out to cheer us on – I suppose because they have taken vows of silence.  Or maybe they were still sleeping.  It still would have been cool to have been silently cheered on by Trappist monks.  Oh well…  I soldiered on…

I passed the next aid station and a chip-timing station set up for the relay hand-off for teams that we running the 13.1 as a two man relay.  The man calling names called out – “Great job Camille!” and then, “Camille?” as he second guessed the pronunciation of my name.  After I told him that was indeed my name, he cheered some more before moving on to the next person.  The last part of mile 6 was up another curving hill, not as long as the last one, but enough to slow me down a bit.  I was starting to feel the burn in my quads, and my mouth was getting oh, so, dry…

The Long Hill in Mile 5

The Long Hill in Mile 5

Mile 7 – 8 – This long, straight stretch of country road was the easiest part of the course, with a slight elevation decline.  At this point, mostly alone with my thoughts, I pondered why I keep torturing myself with half marathons.  Isn’t one enough?  Do you really need to do 4? I won’t be like that lady on the bus…  Never mind that I have another coming up in just over a month.  I was shaken from my ponderings by a lady who was talking loudly on her cell phone!?!  What is possibly important enough that you have to answer a call during a half marathon?  Judging by the conversation, no one was dying, nothing was on fire, and she didn’t just discover she had a long-lost sister.  I always wanted a sister… Mom?

At the beginning of mile 8, I passed Lemelson Winery, a winery Jon and I have thought about visiting but just haven’t had a chance to get to yet.  They handed out a tiny little plastic cup of Pinot Gris.  I didn’t have a chance to savor the nose, but it tasted like salty sweat and cotton-mouth.  In all fairness, I’m sure Lemelson makes a wonderful Pinot Gris and I would love to taste it when I’m not busy trying to keep from falling to my knees in the middle of a country road.  Right after the Pinot Gris, they gave us more water.  I took two.

Mile 9-10 – These few miles showed me well that I am a fast walker.  When I jogged, I passed some of the slower joggers.  When I walked, I kept up with them.  I had a nice conversation about GPS watches and my hometown with a man and woman – they were jogging, I was walking.  Once I was rested, I broke into a jog again and left them behind.  This is the point in the race where I counted the miles left to go as much as the miles already completed (that’s about the extent of my skill with math in my head, by the way).  I also was starting to get pretty excited because I was still keeping a really great pace!

At mile 10, I began hearing music and thinking it was so nice of them to blast the radio.  As I rounded the curve, I realized it was a band!  And they were good!  They were covering an 80s song, I can’t remember which one, but it sounded like the real thing!  It really pepped me up, and it’s a good thing, because it was time for the gravel section.  And wow was it hot!  If the race organizers ever read this, I really hope you consider having us run through a misting tent (you know the kind they have at fairs that mist cool water over you?) around mile 9.  That would be nice.

Getting So Close - But Darn that Gravel!

Getting So Close – But Darn that Gravel!

Mile 11 – Gravel road.  I probably don’t need to say anything more.  Less impact on the legs, but slow, dusty and those rocks can really do a number on the bottom of your feet!  There were some nice little farms, but I couldn’t wait to get off the gravel!  Shelley said a woman walking with her at mile 11 commented on the big hill in the photo above.  Shelley laughed to herself – we have way bigger hills at home…  The woman at the last aid station was cheered me on with “You are almost done with the gravel!”  It worked… Those were the sweetest words I heard during the whole race!

Mile 12 – I was so tired.  I was still pushing as hard as I could but I certainly wasn’t jogging for long distances anymore…  But I was still passing people!  I just kept trying to keep my walking pace as fast as I could.  And I could hear the finish line, even if I couldn’t see it yet.  Soon enough, I rounded the last turn and could see the finish line in the distance.  Up a hill… UGH!  I had a really tough time doing that last little bit at a run, but I did!  I was done!

I had finished my 4th half marathon, and with my best time ever!  I crossed the finish line with my first sub-3 hour half-marathon time of 2 hours, 56 minutes and 41 seconds!  My pace was 13 minutes 29 seconds per mile.  I was so proud of myself!  Shelley did really well too, finishing shortly after I did with a time of 3 hours, 10 minutes and 14 seconds!

All Done!  Bring on the Wine!

Shelley and Me – All Done! Bring on the Wine!

And the best part was yet to come!  The wine tasting!  I’ll write about that in my next post…

My Race Swag - I Love the Size of the Medal!

My Race Swag – I Love the Size of the Medal!

P.S. In case you were wondering, Doctor’s Orders didn’t die, and he did finish the race.  Sometime between me and Shelley.

Melrose Vineyards 2010 Pinot Gris

I’m ready for spring.  Apparently, Mother Nature is not.  It has been cold and rainy for days – stopping only long enough to taunt us into thinking the weather might improve.  As of April 11, it has already rained 1.82 inches for the month, when the average for the entire month of April is 2.59 inches.  Today the sky dumped a lot more rain, but that isn’t calculated into the total until tomorrow.

So to celebrate spring, and our commitment to keep trying new wines that we haven’t tried before, I opened a bottle of the Melrose Vineyards 2010 Pinot Gris.  I purchased it on our most recent trip to Costco for $14.99.  Melrose is in Roseburg, Oregon, on the banks of the South Umpqua River.  Melrose started growing grapes in 1996 for their first vintage in 1999; the winery was founded in 2000.  By the photos on their website, I think I would love a visit, especially because the tasting room is located in a 100 year old barn on the property.

At first taste, this wine had more than a hint of floral and light butter flavors.  Which was curious because this wine was aged in 100% Stainless Steel.  However, after being open for a couple of hours, those flavors had largely departed to leave a crisp Pinot Gris with apple and pear flavors.  After doing a little research, I discovered that Melrose aged 33% of the grapes Sur Lie for 4 months.  The lees are the dead yeast that are created by the fermentation process – to age a wine Sur Lie means that the winemaker does not filter out the lees through a process known as racking.  I think that yeasty flavor was what I was picking up at the beginning.

Melrose Vineyards 2010 Pinot Gris

Melrose Vineyards 2010 Pinot Gris

Overall, I enjoyed this wine quite a bit.  With my busy week at work, I didn’t have much time at home in the evenings, so I actually had this wine for four days before Jon polished off the bottle.  The wine held up very nicely until the end.  My recommendation would be to let the bottle breathe for a while after opening, particularly if you like a crisper style of Pinot Gris.  And if you try this wine, let me know what you think!