D and I returned from the Oaknagan on Monday night, exhausted, though I’m not sure why. I mean, all we did was hang around and taste wine. It wasn’t exactly a high impact weekend. Oh, and another thing: visiting vineyards is sort of interesting, but guess what? No matter where you go, or what vintage you try, or what grapes the wine is made from, it all tastes like… wine.
So I’m really not sure what all the fuss is about.
Photos on Flickr, obviously.