My husband, Eric, and I are on our cross country trip from North Carolina all the way to Arizona. We have two vehicles, two CBs (still not sure what my handle is!), and a fat beagle. We have encountered a freak snowstorm, dealt with a cabin fevered dog, and stayed unintentionally in some pretty shady areas. To add insult to injury, three seconds after we entered Arizona, I was pulled over. Apparently I was following too closely? Although, it was my husband in front of me and he felt I was fine. I think the officer just wanted to pull over a sports car with a CB antennae and Virginia plates.
The good news? The officer was perfectly pleasant. The bad news? I still got pulled over three seconds into Arizona! As such, when I saw the billboard advertising the winery in Willcox, Arizona. I radioed my husband. The following conversation ensued:
Me: I see a billboard for wine.
Husband: Do you want to stop for a tasting?
Me: Wine!
Husband: So, that's a yes?
Me: So, very thirsty. Need wine.
Husband: Ok, we will stop.
Me: Wine. Tally-Ho! (For some reason, I had decided around St. Louis that Tally-ho was the appropriate response and answer into a CB.)
The vineyard is located off Interstate 10 at Exit 344. It is set back from the road and you have to drive over a bumpy, dirty lane to get to the actual vineyard. I was mildly apprehensive, but we made it that far and I was determined to have a tasting. We gave the dog a bone (haha! Unintentional hilarity! We really gave the dog a bone! Knick-knack paddywack!) and went inside. The dog had plenty of water, it was only about 50 degrees and the windows were rolled down. Don't worry. She was fine.