Last week we got off the grid. Back to nature. No phones, no email, no blogging. Took hikes, cooked, read three books (analog), shot pictures, cooked, drank wine and looked at the United States from the other side of the Juan de Fuca Strait. And did a mess of thinking.
And while I did a lot of thinking about the country I was born and live in, my thoughts also were in Piedmont. In fact when I came back I posted that little one about the Cannubi matter.
In my research, I read and pored over maps, old catalogs, pictures, all kinds of ephemera I have saved over the decades.
And Piemonte, reading that marvelous book, the Slow Food book, "A Wine Atlas of the Langhe". There are stories about people who were seminal in the 19th and 20th century development and advancement of the wines of Piemonte. One or two page vignettes, told in an oral tradition style. And reading these I came to realize there were a lot of those people I have met, shared a meal and a bottle of wine, and done business with. And right then, while I was thinking how much I was learning and how much more I had to learn, I felt so grateful to have been exposed to these people. They enrich our lives, these bigger trees.
some of the great pioneers of wine in Italy in a time when it just didn’t get any more historic and heraldic than what we have witnessed since the end of WWII. Atom bombs and pop rocks, espresso in every town in America and a bottle of red wine as well. Heady stuff. And there I was at the party. So damn lucky. Not smart – lucky.
We are living in an amazing time. Get thee to the forest – soon.