these are all on the ubiquitous facebook. along with a bunch of group pics, posed shots, and drunkards. but thats par for a wine tour no?
baiting hollow. no good horsey close ups, but we did almost witness a stallion fight..
potato vodka distillery. and only i would assume. but one never knows. and i guess they dont grow potatoes every year as our visit culminated in some glamour shots on a deck overlooking abandoned turned out fields. loverly.
palmer vineyard. looks a bit like an industrial milker.. but supposedly it corks in the tasty.
vineyard 48. these idyllic rows cant begin to convey the lovely/trashy dj playing bad 90s hits in attempt at making girls in stilettos shake it on a gravel dance floor.