I remember when I was around 13 years of age we were mulling over potential destinations for our annual family holiday. My Dad was keen to do a tour around California and wanted to hit spots such as Yosemite, La Jolla and Napa Valley. My brother and I, on the other hand, were desperate to do Disney for a second time and being the loving, kind and doting parents that Sandra and Gordon are (and continue to be) we were soon on a plane bound for the Sunshine State and the two most famous mice on the planet. That right there is one of the reasons that I'm determined to document my Californian adventures in as much detail as possible - I want my Dad to vicariously enjoy the trip that he once sacrificed for his little darlings. Love you muchly, Gordon.
Napa Valley was a less than two hours drive from where Denise, my friend and most gracious of hosts, resides. In case you're one of those people who likes a geographical reference point then allow me to provide you with a visual aid:
Now long after exiting Interstate 80 and joining Highway 12 the spectacular panorama started to unfold around us. Green. Lots and lots of beautiful, lush green interspersed with golden brown hills. We were entering a little spot of heaven on earth.
And what better way to explore heaven on earth than on the back of a comfy, gel-saddled bike...
$35 for 2 hours, courtesy of the very friendly and helpful Jay at the Napa Valley Bike Tours. Both Denise and I highly recommend this company and you can even meet Jay in the little video below that you're about to watch. Seriously, this SHORT video does the spectacular scenery waaaay more justice than any of the pictures that I took. So sit back, relax and pour yourself a large glass of wine. Who knows? It may very well have come from the breathtaking vineyards of Napa Valley.