After baking all those delicious desserts I needed a break. A massage. A hot tub. You know the feeling. And because he is awesome, Marty treated me to all three. We went to Calistoga for the weekend.
It rained all Saturday morning. I mean to say it dumped; there was deluge.
It cleared up in the afternoon so we took a walk.
Leaving the beaten path of the main street, we saw beautiful old homes, and we discovered a museum with amazing dioramas of old-time Calistoga.
I touched the belly and lifted the lid of this kettle that survived the Donner Party fiasco, along with it’s owner who settled in Calistoga.
I wonder how many trifles they made in this thing.
Further up the wet road:
This old wine barrel looks like it’s had one too many.
Supposedly every inch of the castle is built from salvaged castle parts and pieces, all shipped over from Europe. A winery. “Castella di Amarosa”, which means “Heaps of money” 🙂
Have I become the dreaded relative who insists on bringing out the photo albums when all you really wanna do is go home and watch TV?
Thank you for coming to Calistoga with me. I hope you enjoyed your visit.