|I'm not sure Valerie appreciates that she is mountain-biking in Fruita, Colorado & the significance of that!|
The original idea with the Palisade wineries was to bike between them in the sun one afternoon, lack of sunshine meant we went for the driving option. The area, as well as having many vineyards, is also a very strong fruit growing area. Consequently, many of the wines we tasted were fruit flavoured - they were great. Being mid-week before the summer break it was pretty quiet & we spent a good few hours chatting aimlessly with friendly Coloradans over many small glasses of wine & mead. It was the most time we've tracked out the "she's my aunt from Australia, I'm from New Zealand & have just finished living in Canada near Banff for a year & we're doing a three-month roadtrip" story in a row. It was a delightful afternoon - somehow Valerie couldn't resist six bottles of wine, I'm not too sure how they are going to survive the back of the car with two bikes (",the greyhounds..."). I resisted the wine, but not getting Kristy another fridge magnet - wine-touring in France is starting to sound like a good idea.
I may have mentioned before that quite a few of the towns we've been through have many statues & sculptures lining their main streets - Grand Junction has plenty. The much smaller Palisade has this beauty, from a distance it just looked like a lot of fire plugs (incidentally many of the plugs around GJ are not red but blue & yellow or green & yellow) on a stand.
|Appropriately named Rusty was made entirely of bolts|