Our last stop on the road trip was Robertson wine country. We stayed in a perfect cottage set in a narrow valley of craggy mountains. Fruit trees and grape vines surrounded us and climbed up the nearby foothills. It was incredibly serene. Our gracious hosts, Bruce and Allison of Tierhoek Farm upgraded our accommodations which were total luxury compared to our previous night stay in our spider-infested room.
Our wine tour kicked off the next day just down the road at a cellar called Rooiberg Winery. We loved everything we tasted. Everything we tasted was dirt cheap. This was a problem. A wonderful, backstroke-in-a-vat-of-wine problem, but a problem nonetheless.
Sure enough, after stops at Graham Beck (great bubbly), Springfield (no tannins), Bon Courage (great reserves) and De Wetshof (wasn't even that good but bottles on promotion) we were drunk and there were 24 bottles of wine in the backseat. How we were getting them all back to the States was a problem for future Diana, Kara and Todd.
Back at the cottage, Kara and I made the hugest pot of stew ever and played South African Monopoly: "Do not pass Begin, do not collect 20,000 Rand."
