I drove down a dusty road toward the entrance of the Wines of the San Juan winery, which is cleverly located near the San Juan River. Beautiful location, tucked away amongst farms and such, with a little vineyard.
Hold up, Henry! Are those goats in the vineyard? "Oh! Look at the cute little goatsies, Henry! You're going to get to meet your first goat."
Then I whispered to Henry, " Although, I'm not sure a vineyard is the best place for goats, if you're trying to grow wine." But, what do I know about wine?
We got Stevie all situated under a large tree. Some sort of San Juan River brook babbled behind us. All very quaint and lovely. It was a perfect time to shower for the first time in 3 days. All freshened up for some drinking.
As Marsha described the selection of wines I might like to try as part of the wine-tasting package, I just couldn't help but interrupt, "I saw some cute little goats in the vineyard as I came in. Are they yours?"
"We're renting them. This is the first time we've used them. Apparently, they're good for eating the weeds down," she responded and added, "I sure hope they don't eat the grapevines."
My eyes reflexively popped out a bit. I'm thinking, I'm pretty sure those goats are going to eat the shit out of those wine-vines. In fact, I'm pretty sure that given the selection of vegetation (or other) within the confines of the vineyard, the weeds will be last on the menu.
I said nothing and drank my wines. What do I know about wine?
I took a tipsy self-tour of the winery. Super cozy and inviting on the frontside, super creeper on the backside. Now, I want to launch into a side-street story here about how I've heard rumors that all of New Mexico is a pretty facade that hides eerie, unnatural goings-on (and I was feeling some truth to this on my tour), but this side-street story is really more of a main-road story that should be explored in detail, and if I'd taken pictures of the super creeper part, I would explore it more at this time, but I didn't take any pictures, because there were people "residing" in the super creeper part, and I imagined that these folks would not let me leave the premises alive with evidence. So, I only have pictures of the pretty facade and without the backside photos, any type of story is just more rumor.
Henry and I finished our rounds of all sorts and parts of the winery and strolled the dusty road back to visit the goats. I wish I'd had my camera to show you how the goats came over to inspect us at the fence and how a large goat put his face through the fencing and touched noses with Henry. So stinking cute!!
The goats lost interest after a few sniffings and returned to their respective places within the rows of vines, some of them up on their hind legs with their front feet steadied on the vine wires, eating the shit out of the wine-vines.
I won't guess the fate of the winery, because what do I know about wine, but I did sleep well that night, knowing I had at least not yet met my fate.
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