Wine, Wine, Wine ... A Trip to Terroir

Saturday Barb, Ron and I (3 means in an SUV) headed off to Terroir, a celebration of the wine makers and the wine from Canada's newest wine region - Prince Edward County.

The Prince Edward region, located on the shores of Lake Ontario near Picton, is quickly becoming known for it's outstanding vineyards and award winning wines. The 'County' boasts 34 wineries and Terroir, held in Picton, was an invitation to learn about the these wine makers and their product. With our admission tickets we were handed a glass and invited to sample the wines from 19 different wineries while several local chefs, culinary students and cheese producers prepared a deluge of appetizers to accompany the fine wine.

Pete Bradford, cooper, discussed the art of barrel making while local winemakers Geoff Heinricks, Dan Sullivan, Norman Hardie, Paul Battilana and Jenifer Dean spoke about the attributes of the County, its soil, its climate, its geography, its wine, its cider and its sparkling wine.

Honestly - can you think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon?

Norman Hardie / Norman Hardie Winery & Vineyard talks wine with some enthusiasts at Terroir 2011.

A few enthusiasts talking wine.

 The Crystal Palace resounded with words only a wine connoisseur would understand. (Fortunately for me, I was the designated driver, my glass filled with water, I wasn't expected to comment on the wine because I really had no idea what they were talking about.)

Karlo Estates Winery.

Wine barrels - Karlo Estates



View from the Ferry Hwy 32 Glenora

Ron & Me (Barbara reflected in the 'shades', thanks for taking the pic) returning home via the Glenora Ferry.

Bergeron Estate Winery, Hwy 32 east of Adolphustown the final of 3 wineries we stopped at.

We stop to take some  more photos on the way home.

The day ended with a delicious dinner, complete with some spectacular country wine (cheeky red, with fruity undertones, pepper nose but full bodied finish .... just kidding - it was, just plain FINE) On the walk home there were fireflies and the scent of lilacs, a perfect end to a fine day.

(If you missed it this year, Terroir is happening again next year on Saturday, May 26, 2012)





The Tale of the Turtle

Stranger things have happened this week, but not many, well, okay, actually none. I happened to be outside and noticed a rather large turtle attempting to cross the busy road near my house. This, being the first ‘cottage’ weekend, has made my road nuts with traffic – people zooming to and from the lake. Now I know turtles have incredibly hard, protective shells and this was a seriously large turtle (big enough to dismount a rider) but I assumed the chance of it surviving, if run over by a two plus ton vehicle, would be slim. Being a good Samaritan I decided to suggest, with my shovel, that it should get off the road - sooner than later.


The most prevalent turtle species in this area is the Snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina) and she (I’m assuming) was a big one, close to 12 inches long (not including tail) and just as many pounds (at least). Judging by her size I'd say she was an old gal and should have had a little more common sense than to play in traffic. She didn’t take my suggestion well and made it clear she didn’t want my help by ferociously trying to snap the end off my shovel - better my shovel than my hand. Turtles are known for their slowness, but believe me, when she decided to snap, she did it with lightening speed. Clearly, she hadn't heard that the Ontario government considers her part of a special concern species under Ontario’s Endangered Species Act  and sitting on the road was a bad idea. Having had enough of her attitude, I reluctantly gave up hoping that she would choose, on her own, to drag herself off the road and into the safety of the ditch (which, when I looked back over my shoulder, she appeared to be doing.) Even though I’m not a turtle expert I expect she was looking for a suitable spot to deposit her eggs, but she had to be close to 1km from the nearest lake (pond or swamp). Okay, there’s looking for the perfect spot then there’s being obsessive about it – really!


Ms. Attitude taking up residence under
bistro table on the porch.



You might think that this was the end of the story, I did – that was until I went to step out the front door about an hour later and there was miss personality, on my porch, glaring up at me from the door mat. Now, if I was the type I’d almost say she had taken it personally and had come to get me, maybe she was just there to ask directions - whichever. Since the shovel idea worked so well for me the first time I called for reinforcements to deal with the 'killer' turtle. Number 1 son was clear that the turtle had no beef with him. She was my problem and perhaps I should just sleep with one eye open from now on (I'll remember that in my will). Number two son , Mr. Naturalist, eager to see the ornery old dame (the turtle, not his mom) came to my rescue. After taking a number of photos of the lady with attitude he managed to convince her to take a shovel ride to a more turtle friendly spot away from the house.

Just goes to show that even an independent woman might need help when it comes to clogged dryer vents, skunks, coyotes and ill tempered turtles. My question is, how the hell did she get up on my porch and WILL SHE BE BACK? (Maybe I will have to sleep with one eye open after all!)



Ms Attitude taking a shovel ride.