Miles 4387-4440: Wineries, McMinnville, and Newberg
Yesterday morning started kind of chill: we ran to Walgreen’s and got our AC fixed as well. After going back to the apartment to make a plan, we went downtown and got picnic food from a market. At our first stop (Stoller’s Winery), we ate our picnic. Jackson and I played some Frisbee golf (I won) and played on the tire swing. It was nice playing outside with Jackson; we haven’t had a backyard to play in at all lately. However, I think I like breweries better; playing board games and card games is a little more fun than lawn games, at least when you only have three people. After the winery, we went into downtown McMinnville, where they were having a festival called Turkey Rama. Apparently before there were wineries and hazelnut farms in the area, there were a bunch of turkey farms. We walked around the festival and I couldn’t really see a connection to turkey; it just looked like any festival with tents and vendors in the streets. It was cool though; we went into some cool shops: a bookstore, souvenir store, and a really good ice cream place called Serendipity Ice Cream. I got mango sherbet in a waffle cone and the sherbet was delicious. The waffle cone was good, but it didn’t really go great with the ice cream. It was still amazing though. We went to a winery called Brooks Wines. This was a little of a different style than Stoller’s; we could relax inside in the air conditioning on a sofa and drink lemonade. I made some offhand remark, wondering how much wine they’d had today and Dad started complaining and making jokes about his children judging his wine intake. Guess what Dad: you need to let it go. You always tell Jackson not to take jokes too far (which he definitely, totally needs to stop), but you do it too. We picked up some snacks to have for dinner: a baguette (which Jackson talked Mom into buying), some goat cheese, jack cheese, prosciutto, sausage, fig jelly, and local cherries. It was a pretty good light dinner after a big lunch and ice cream. We played Hearts after dinner and journalling. My dad won, as we all expected, but surprisingly Jackson came really close to beating him. I did not do well at all. On our last hand, Dad shot the moon to win. If you don’t know how to play Hearts and/or what that means, just know that it is very hard to do and also that you should learn how to play Hearts because it is awesome. After Hearts, it was bedtime.
“No amount of money or success can take the place of time spent with your family.”