I just returned from Portland on Tuesday, a weekend trip filled with family, mostly, and not an insignificant amount of wine.
I took a few photos while I was there of the beautiful country—and the wineries, of course.
It was relaxing and fun. I got to read a book and a half, and see cousins and aunts and uncles I haven’t seen for years, and unplug for a little while.
These grasses abound. The nectar of the gods fills those golden barrels to the brim.