On Sunday morning, we packed a cooler, picked up the young folk, and drove into the hills toward Saratoga to the Cooper-Garrod Vineyards. You can scarcely throw a rock without hitting a winery in the area, but a little on-line research helped us find one that was not too far away and also offered a picnic area. All of the wineries have hefty charges just for tasting, but at least you get a wine glass out of it...and indeed there were some very nice wines being produced in this combination horse-farm and vineyard.
We bought a chilled bottle and unpacked our picnic under a huge eucalyptus--sourdough bread (of course), cheeses, hard-boiled eggs, olives, veggies (to those of you who know Nathaniel well: yes, there were carrots), and apples. The wine produced a fine glow... There was even a young guitarist providing entertainment.
Our picnic spot...
Is this not a great old tree?
Beautiful views! Despite the greens you see, the drought continues. The Santa Clara Mountains are vulnerable to forest fires.
We drove back toward Sunnyvale (past some palatial residences--some for sale) and out to the newer Bayview Park (am I getting this name right?) It did not exist when we lived here.
Waterfowl seem to enjoy unusual safety in these environs-- impressive family here, no? We've never seen a pair of Canada geese with a brood this large. The wind was quite fierce, as you can tell by the waves, so we did not linger very long on the shoreline, though it was interesting to watch the wet-suited guys trying to sail on the choppy waters. We stopped, though, to watch people flying a variety of kites, including some that could be controlled to perform aerial acrobatics. There were a few hapless folk who just could not get their kites into the air for any appreciable amount of time; fortunately, no kite-eating trees in the area. (I could have sworn I took some pictures, but they're not in my camera. Karen did take some shots, so perhaps I can post a few later.)