Bargains!

   No big adventures in the near future, so I'll settle for bargain hunting. And did I hit the jackpot! Found this fabulous patent faux-leather purse at the Salvation "Armani" Thrift Store for only $4.00! No label, but I love it just the same, and it is perfect for transitioning to fall.

   Then I stumbled onto this Ann Taylor Loft skirt with the tag still on it -- $34 marked down to $19.99. Usually brand new items come at a premium, especially brand names, but this was only $4.00 as well! Love the funky navy/coral/yellow print and flouncy asymmetrical hemline!!

   Between the "Armani" and the Goodwill "Hunting" store, I also scored a sleeveless sweater tunic to wear with leggings, some beyond-funky button-fly Bongo pants that look like denim brushed with gold velvet, a pair of PJ shorts, and Izod capris that look brand new -- all that for a twenty dollar bill!!

   There's nothing like having a new (to me) something-something to wear without spending a fortune! If you run onto some fabulous finds on the cheap, please share. I'm always looking for my next bargain adventure! 

NASHVILLE

   This adventurista was in desperate need of a road trip -- all work and no adventure makes Roni cranky! -- and I finally got it last week to Nashville. It's not the beach -- always my preferred destination -- but it is halfway between Springfield and Cincinnati, OH, where DMan's best friend Ray and his wife Alahna live, and we try to meet up with them every summer for a long weekend if we can.
   DMan and I hit the road Thursday night when I got off work and drove to Sikeston, MO, to get some miles behind us. After having a quickie glass of wine to kick off our vacation state of mind, we met some nice biker gals in the hot tub that were biking the Natchez Trace Parkway before heading back to their homes in Florida. We were fascinated by their biker tales, and DMan was tickled to share his farming knowledge as the gals asked him all kinds of questions about the fields and crops they had seen. Guess someone else's experiences always seem more interesting than your own. The gals also told us about Boss Hoss, a Harley one of their friends was riding, that is customized to look just like a 1957 Bel Air and packing a real V-8 engine. We had to see for ourselves, so we hit the parking lot at 10:30 at night in our swimsuits and started taking pictures. DMan and I weren't the only ones, either. Taking pictures that is, we WERE the only ones out there in swimsuits, but no one else gawking at Boss Hoss seemed to notice.

Boss Hoss with a real V-8 engine. The fin says Bel Air!

   The next morning we were Music City (aka Nashville) bound, with a few wine stops along the way to break up the drive. In 2011 we met Ray and Alahna in Paducah, KY, and did a wine tasting at the Farmer's Market from a start-up winery called Glisson. There aren't many white wines we really dig, but Glisson had a Seyval Blanc that was mighty tasty, so we drove through Paducah to find Glisson and buy more. And we drove, and we drove, round and round through the Riverfront area and it's one-way and closed-due-to-construction streets until we finally just parked and took off walking. What a shock it was to find Glisson in the same gorgeous tiled courtyard, that had been empty in 2011, where DMan and I had posed for commemorative photos. The inside of the winery looks just as fabulous as the outside, continuing with the painted ceramic tiles inset in honey blond wood. We shared a tasting with a group of folks with ties to Glisson and got to learn more about their wines, including that "bunch rot" had wiped out their Seyval grapes and they hadn't had any of the Blanc since the batch we got in 2011. Bummer! Even Ray and Alahna, who aren't wine drinkers. had liked the Seyval Blanc. We settled on a 2011 Norton, a 2012 Chambourcin -- two wines that we normally don't care for at Missouri wineries -- and a Dolce Passione (sweet passion), a white wine with a tiny pop of sweet, that DMan bought just for Alahna since she likes a sweeter wine. (Glisson Winery, 126 Market House Sq, glissonvineyards.com)

DMan in front of the tiled courtyard at Glisson Winery, plus a shot of the gorgeous interior with artwork for sale.

   I did sort of get to the beach on this trip, Beachaven Winery that is. Just off I-24 about an hour west of Nashville, Beachaven has spectacular grounds, a huge tasting facility, tours of the winery, and offers a wide variety of wines for the connoisseur as well those that like sweeter, fruity wines. Unfortunately, we liked way too many of their wines and had to settle on only the Cabernet Sauvignon, Barrelhead Red, and the Chardonel white. Sometime we'd love to go back and join the huge crowds that show up for their Jazz on the Lawn concerts that run from May to October. (Beachaven Vineyards & Winery, 1100 Dunlop Lane, Clarksville, TN, beachavenwinery.com)

"The Only Private Beach in Clarksville, TN"!

DMan at Beachaven -- too bad we came the wrong day for Jazz on the Lawn

Roni posing with the spectacular grounds of Beachaven

   We hit Nashville by 3:30, only getting stuck in one traffic jam, which for Nashville is a miracle. Our hotel, the Sleep Inn, was easy to find on Dickerson Pike, and just as nice as it could be. The newly-renovated rooms were chic; the bathroom had a huge, well-lit walk-in shower; the comp breakfast was decent; the staff was super friendly and helpful; and the price was reasonable. Plus the hotel was close to Briley Pkwy and I-65, so it was easy to get anywhere we wanted to go. If you ever do Nashville, give Sleep Inn a try.

   The four of us did a lot of hanging out around the hotel, playing cards, visiting out on the patio furniture under the trees, yacking and catching up. But we did drive all the way to Nashville, so we had to do some touristy stuff. Our first stop was The Parthenon, an exact replica of the real Greek Parthenon, that was built for the 1897 Tennessee Centennial and International Exposition and became so beloved by the folks of Nashville that when it was crumbling down they raised a stink and got it renovated. I'm sure glad they did because this place was awesome! Not only did I feel like I was really in Greece, but inside was a 42-foot 10-inch tall golden Athena with a shield as big as a tractor tire! I could barely get all of her in the picture with my camera. Plus the downstairs of the building houses old photos and memorabilia of the Exposition and the creation of the Parthenon and an art collection from a wealthy Nashville benefactor. All of this is smack dab in the middle of Centennial Park, with lush landscaping and ponds filled with ducks. A must see if you're in Nashville!

The Parthenon in Centennial Park

Statue of Athena

Alahna, Ray, and DMan at the pond in Centennial Park

   Despite not being Country music fans, we ventured Downtown to 2nd and Broadway to check out the bar/music scene and honey, it was hot! Literally, H - O - T! Walking around on all that concrete made the sweat pour off my head in rivers down my back. Luckily most of the bars were open to the street, so we would get a little cool blast when we walked by. We talked about going to Hard Rock Cafe but we can do that lots of places, so we picked Rock Bottom Brewery to cool off and have a nosh. Typical sports bar atmosphere, but the Summer Honey ale was cold and smooth and the appetizers were major delicious, especially the jalapeño pretzel bread with cheesy spinach dip! 

Rock Bottom Brewery, Downtown Nashville

   The Downtown scene was loud, with different Country tunes blasting out of every bar on the street, which was nearly every business on the street, mostly from live bands. Big guys hawked at the passersby to beckon them into the clubs just like I've seen done outside of strip joints in the movies. One guy's line was, "Best music in Nashville, coldest A/C in Tennesee," shouted over and over. The sidewalks were jammed with folks trying to get into a bar or just looking around like us. I'm a people watcher and there were plenty of quirky folks to see, but I especially noticed all the chicks in cowboy boots. Young and old chicks, wearing everything from micro-short Daisy Dukes to flower-power maxi dresses, everybody had cowboy boots on. My feet were sweating in sandals, I don't know how they could stand the heat in those boots! We saw every hokey kind of tour bus you can imagine down there (Hick Chicks Tours, Good Ole Nashville Tours, Segway tours), but the weirdest thing was the Pedal Tavern. Yes, people (mostly young drunks from the looks of it) actually pay money to pedal an old trolley car around Nashville and are served drinks while they pedal. Un-damn-believable! Finally we'd had enough heat, music, and crowds and called it a day to take a nap in our cool, quiet, and private hotel room. Ahhh!

   

The pedal tavern in front of Tootsie's Orchid Lounge, a Nashville landmark.

   On our last day we got to do something we'd been waiting to do for a long time: go to Trader Joe's. You see, we don't have Trader Joe's in Springfield, MO, so we have to travel to Kansas City or St. Louis to partake of the reasonably-priced (okay, cheap!) fine wines for sale at Trader Joe's. So we drove to the Green Hills area, a ritzy neighborhood, south of Nashville to find Trader Joe's. DMan and I grabbed a cart, went in the front door practically licking our wine-hungry lips, looked around for the normally huge wine shop, and . . . no wine. A polite employee explained, as we gaped with our mouths open, that grocery stores can't sell wine in Tennessee -- "Welcome to the home of Jack Daniel's," she added. I guess whiskey doesn't want wine to get too big for it's britches in Tennessee. Then she also broke the really bad news: Tennessee doesn't allow ANY alcohol sales on Sunday! So not only no wine from Trader Joe's for us, no wine from any store for us! 

   Thank heavens we were already on our way to Arrington Winery, in Arrington, TN, about 30 minutes south of Nashville. Started by Kix Brooks, of Brooks & Dunn, Arrington is 75 acres of gorgeous vineyards and landscaping, with a huge permanent tent for live music on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. We did a wine tasting picnic style -- they give you four 2-ounce pours for $10 to take with you -- and liked the Stag's White enough to drink two bottles. We also bought a bottle of the white and a Red Fox Red to take back to the hotel -- way more pricey than what we usually spend for wine but dammit, Trader Joe's left us no alternative! This was the only place that could sell wine! There was a big crowd picnicking on the grounds, sipping wine, listening to the jazz band. A fabulous way to spend a Sunday afternoon -- if it wasn't 97 degrees in the shade. (Arrington Winery, 6211 Patton Road, Arrington TN, arringtonvineyards.com)

   

The vineyards of Arrington Winery

Main tasting building and patio of Arrington Winery

Roni and DMan sipping (and sweating!) at Arrington Winery

   Our last night we had the best food of all -- real Tennesee BBQ! Not far from the Sleep Inn was Jack Cawthon's BBQ (334 W Trinity Lane), which I'd seen on billboards and read about in the guidebook. We cruised in the door three minutes before they closed, but they were kind enough to let us order anyway and even eat in the dining room. We all ordered something different: smoked turkey for Ray, fall-off-the-bone beef ribs for DMan, brisket for Alahna, and a pork shoulder sandwich for me (yes, I ignored my vegetarian ways and pigged out on some pork!) with cole slaw (Southern vinegar-type slaw!) and baked beans. OMG was everything GOOD! The place was cute as a bug's ear, too, with kitschy t-shirts and signs and statues of flying pigs everywhere. I loved it! 

Inside Jack Cawthon's BBQ

   Now the trip is over and all that remains are the memories. And a few bottles of wine we had left over. And these pictures. And dreams of Jack's BBQ, oh that heavenly BBQ. I'd nearly drive to Nashville all over again just to get more of that BBQ!

              

     

  

I Got My Greek On!

   I escaped last night's cold and rain with a a quickie trip to Greece by way of Greek Night at Galloway Station Bar & Grill. It was my first time doing Greek Night, and I got there way early to secure a good table for our group right by the dance floor. People-watching is a secret pleasure of mine, so I didn't mind sitting solo for a while, listening to Greek music, sipping a glass of Boutari Naoussa -- the main red wine of Greece made from the Xynomavro varietal, very dry with a bit of spice -- and checking out the crowd. Quite a mix, too: some young hipsters, probably of the sorority/fraternity Greek variety; a table of sixty-something country clubbers that just wandered in for cocktails and decided to ante up the cover charge to experience Greek Night; and lots of lookie-loos like me eager for a new experience. Finally my group showed up, including Linda and Marjorie, two older clients from Details Salon where I work, their stylist Candace, her boyfriend Shelby, and Linda's daughter Tammy. The gals had come to Greek Night before and kept telling me what a great time it was, and they weren't kidding!
   First of all, the food was awesome! While the others stuck with typical American bar fare, Marjorie and I went native and had chicken Gyros (the "regular" Gyro was made with lamb, but I just couldn't bring myself to eat a little lamb!). Considered a "starter," we got all we could eat with a delicious salad, crowned with yummy kalamati olives and feta cheese; a Gyro the size of a big fat burrito and topped with a zazzy, creamy Greek yogurt sauce; and rice pilaf (rather dry and bland, I should have tried the fries instead). The veggies in the salad and Gyro were delightfully crunchy and fresh, and the red onion was the best I ever recall tasting. The Gyro was an adventure in itself to eat, as the insides kept falling outside the pita, but I scooped up the spillage with my fingers and ate every bite. Marjorie was more refined and used her fork to get every last bite. The wine was decent but a bit pricey, so I switched over to Aris beer -- a nice easy sipper, rather like a light Heineken -- to finish out the meal and take me through the entertainment.
   The second part of the great time was all the ways we were entertained! While our group was munching down, the real Greek contingent started flooding in and filled the long reserved tables next to us as well as many smaller tables around the room. They were loud and raucous, with hugging and back slapping going on all around, arms flung in the air to punctuate the shouts of "Opa," and so much fun to watch. (Based on how it was used, I'm guessing the term "Opa" is the Greek equivalent of the Ozarkian "yeehaw.") Then came the belly dancers! Decked out in real belly dancing garb -- except there was a skin-toned netting over the actual belly area, I'm wondering if this is some sort of food safety requirement, like wearing a hair net? -- and even sporting finger cymbals, these two dancers were mesmerizing. One was young, pretty, and waif thin with a long torso. Her style was more a graceful, interpretive dance. The older lady was fluffy around the middle, with more than ample breasts and hips, but she could move her body in ways that didn't seem physically possible. She oozed pure sex with every shimmy! During one song that had a very strong beat, she was popping her hips in perfect sync with the drum, the fringe on her skirt quivering with every pop, and working the audience into a frenzy of whoops and "Opas!" Those two dancers collected quite a bevy of dollar bills in appreciation and they didn't have to do a single lap dance. In between the belly dancing displays, the Greek crowd -- and quite a few Greek wanna-bes -- got the circle dances going to the Greek tunes, arms intertwined, weaving the circle through the other dancers and the crowd. If you've ever seen the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," this was just like having a front row seat in the wedding reception scene. I loved it! That is until the dancing crowd started getting bigger and wilder, coming dangerously close to crashing through our table, and included a gangly pregnant gal teetering on 4-inch stilettos. That looked like an ugly accident waiting to happen, and I just couldn't watch anymore. Plus I'd had enough fun by then, so it was time to head home.
   Springfield can sometimes feel like a wasteland for anything but "kountry cookin'" and hillbilly music, so Greek Night was a welcome pop of culture -- delicious food and beverages, enchanting music, and entertainment galore! Galloway Station Bar & Grill is fun anytime, but be sure to check it out on the next Greek Night coming May 10!

Galloway Station's website: http://www.gallowaystation.com/


Video from Greek Night courtesy of Galloway Station: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10153905910925252&set=vb.182505195251&type=2&theater       
          

Hot Tub Weekend = Happy Roni!

   Ahhhhh! No achy knees, no cramping feet, no grinding shoulder joint, no knotted neck muscles, no stiff low back -- it's a hot tub miracle!! And all for the reasonable price of $59.99, plus hotel tax and tourist fees!
   My hot tub miracle was courtesy of The Stone Castle Hotel and Conference Center in Branson, a place DMan and I found last winter as a getaway from the cold winter blahs and liked well enough to go again. Our arrival on Saturday wasn't without a few snafus: the hot tub in our building wasn't working, then the balcony room we booked didn't allow smoking on the balcony (what's the freakin' point in having a balcony in the dead of winter if you can't smoke?!). So here we go, back to the lobby. The front desk lady re-books us in a non-balcony room in the building WITH the working hot tub, in fact right down the hall from the pool room. Things were looking up. Then we couldn't get into the building, our key cards wouldn't work on any of the doors. DMan calls Irma -- by now he's on a first-name basis with the front desk lady -- and she sends the maintenance man to unlock the building since no one had been staying there. For being in a vacant building, our room was toasty warm. The hot tub? Not so much. More like a warm bath than a hot tub. We got in anyway and huddled around the one jet shooting out warm water -- at least it was warm most of the time -- and left the rest of the jets off so we didn't freeze. DMan was kind enough to brave the cool hallway and bring us a glass of Cline Cashmere (a lush, silky on the tongue red wine blend!) to share, which helped me to relax even more. Despite the less-than-ideal water temperature, I stayed in the hot tub nearly an hour. My cuticles were so waterlogged I thought my fingernails would float away! When we finally got out, we asked the housekeeping lady if there was a thermostat to adjust the hot tub temperature, but she either didn't understand us or didn't know. Oh well, any hot tub is better than none at all.

Bikini on -- hot tub here I come!

DMan is hot tub ready, showing off his toned calf!

Stone Castle pool and hot tub (back in the right corner) -- sheer heaven!

   We cleaned up and headed out to our evening destination: Branson Landing. The wind was chilly and whipping through the Landing, but we walked all the way to the south end so DMan, undoubtedly the #1 Cardinals fan ever, could check out the Cardinals Clubhouse store. Then back to the north end for supper at Black Oak Grill, which was definitely worth the walk for the delicious food, spicy Bloody Marys, and fabulous view of Lake Taneycomo from the fireplace sun room. DMan had baby back ribs -- I swear, all he said through the whole meal was "These are so good!" as his eyes rolled back in his head -- and I had the pulled pork with jalapenos and jicama slaw sandwich. Savory and sweet at the same time, my favorite combination, that is until a jalapeno got lodged against my upper palate and set my mouth on fire. By the time I downed enough Bloody Mary and ice water to squelch the burn, my innards were shaking like a bowl of Jello. I couldn't wait to get to the hotel and hop back into the hot tub!

Welcome to Black Oak Grill!

View of Taneycomo from the fireplace sun room

The cozy fireplace sun room at Black Oak Grill

Lake Taneycomo -- see the ice hanging from the rocks? Thanks Polar vortex for the ice sculptures!

Selfie from Black Oak Grill -- I'm not crazy about the horns hanging over my head!

   Another hot tub miracle -- this time the water was steaming! While we were gone the maintenance man must have tweaked the thermostat to hotter-than-hell because it wasn't long until DMan and I were sitting on the side with sweat dripping off us and only our feet dangling into the blazing bubbles. Sheer heaven!! It was for me at least, DMan is hot-natured anyway and got overheated in a hurry. A cool shower when we got back to our room revived him enough to have hotel sex -- we might as well get our full $59.99 worth out of staying in a hotel, right?! -- and then he was stretched out on the pillow-top bed and snoring away through a quick nap. When he perked up, we watched a couple of episodes of "Big Bang Theory" (our favorite show) and finished off the wine before calling it a night. A very good night!
   Stone Castle does a nice free breakfast -- eggs, sausage, gravy, biscuits, cereal, yogurt -- in the Drawbridge Room. To get there from our building, we walked by a lovely outdoor courtyard, surrounded by decks, a gazebo, and a waterfall, flowing even in through this frigid winter with the help of a few heaters according to the maintenance man. The sound of the water trickling down the rocks and around the mounds of ice was so peaceful! We enjoyed a light breakfast and several cups of coffee before our last hot tub trip. The water was blissfully hot, melting away any residual tension in my body and giving me a steam facial as a bonus. I did not want to leave -- EVER! -- but check-out was at eleven o'clock, so we hit the shower and hit the road back to Springfield. Our hot tub "weekend" was barely 24 hours long, but it did a winter's worth of good in reviving my body and spirit enough to get through until spring. Hopefully!

Walkway to the Drawbridge Room -- if you look close you can see the hunks of ice in the waterfall pool.

Courtyard and gazebo surrounded by the waterfall

   If you're planning a trip to Branson, give The Stone Castle Hotel a try.  The rooms are a bit small, but the lovely grounds, nice staff, and spacious pools and hot tubs (when they are working) more than make up for being a bit cramped. Plus it is off the strip far enough to feel peaceful and secluded, but close to all the attractions. Tell Irma we said "Hi!" and we'll be back soon so keep that hot tub fired up. And definitely stop at Black Oak Grill in the Landing for lunch or dinner sometime! We plan to dine out on the patio and enjoy a sunset on Lake Taneycomo some evening as soon as it gets warm. Can't wait!   

We'll be back when it's warm enough to dine on the patio!

Wine Cures The Whines!

   Finally, a new adventure! After weeks of holiday have-tos, despicable weather, and coordinating client and stylist schedules non-stop at Details Salon -- I swear, working in the salon biz during the holiday season is just as crazy busy as working retail! -- DMan and I got away yesterday for a winery road trip.

DMan and I sipping Retro Red at Shawnee Bluff Winery

    First stop was Shawnee Bluff Winery at Osage Beach, a new winery for us to visit. The weatherman predicted a sunny day in the upper 40s, so I envisioned sipping wine on their elaborate deck overlooking Lake Ozark, maybe even getting to watch the sun set. Um, no, the weatherman was wrong. Murky sky leaving Springfield, we hit a patch of beautiful blue sky with white billowy clouds around Lebanon, then we were back to murky, with steel gray clouds rolling turbulently and spitting rain by the time we made it to Shawnee Bluff. No matter, the wine tasting/dining room was cozy, with a real (if small) wood fire going in the fireplace. Nearly every table was packed with groups sipping wine or beer, having rowdy conversation and laughing. We wrangled our way through the crowd to the wine tasting area, which they offer four wines to try for free, add five more for $5.00. Several of the wines on the menu seemed familiar to us, and the sweet gal pouring up the wine told us that was because Shawnee Bluff is affiliated with Casa de Loco Winery, west of Camdenton, whose wines we have tried many times. Mysterious Beauty is our fave Casa wine, but they didn't carry it, so we just did the free tasting of four reds totally new to us. Retro Red was our top pick, a Pinot and Merlot blend, fruity bold but easy-sipping smooth. We both ordered a glass, found an empty table, and watched the people and what we could see of the lake. DMan ordered the meat and cheese plate off the tapas menu for a quick nosh. Hint: Don't waste your money on the meat and cheese plate if you visit Shawnee Bluff. All he got for $10.50 was a few squares of greasy summer sausage, a dozen or so squares of processed pepper jack cheese that looked and tasted like it came straight out of a cellophane wrapper, and a handful of flavorless purple grapes. After we finished our wine and he finished the tapas -- he doesn't like to waste food so he ate everything but a few of the grapes -- we bought a Retro Red and two wine glasses to take home. We don't even have room to display all the wine glasses we already have, but we can't stop ourselves from buying a set as a keepsake from every winery we visit. Finally, the rain took a break and gave us time for a quick stop out on the deck to peek at the lake before we headed on.
   If you are in Osage Beach, check out Shawnee Bluff Winery. It is quaint and cozy, with some tasty wines. Don't go by what their website (www.shawneebluffwinery.com) shows, though, as the wine and dining selections are not up to date, but the photos are breathtaking. They also have eight rooms overlooking Lake Ozark that are available for rent, with a cute little pool fed by a huge wine bottle and a hot tub just steps away, that would be great for a weekend getaway. The vineyard shop, located farther north near Eldon, has a working distillery with sampling available, if spirits are more your thing than wine. DMan and I will be back for another Shawnee Bluff experience, but on a hot summer day next time.

DMan (on the right) in the wine tasting/dining room of Shawnee Bluff Winery

   I was in the mood to play Skeeball, but we drove down the old Hwy 54 strip and couldn't find a single arcade open. And DMan isn't a fan of shopping, so stopping at the Outlet Mall was out. The only thing to do was hit another winery, Golden Rock, our fave in Camdenton! Scott Wood, the owner, called out, "Hey, welcome back! How are things in Springfield?" as we came in the door. What a pleasure to be remembered and welcomed so warmly! That's the spirit of Golden Rock, friendly and warm, that keeps us driving back to Camdenton as often as we can. That and the delish food and wines! Carol, our excellent server, got me started with a glass of Latin Grande, my choice wine of all that Golden Rock makes, while DMan went with a flight of three reds for tasting. For our supper selection, I had a hankering for pizza and boy, did I get satisfied with a Sicilian-style Veggie-normus! Scott and Carol both laughed because I only managed to eat two pieces, DMan helped by eating half a piece, and we still had two containers filled with pizza to take home. That is one humongous tasty pizza! DMan had beef tenderloin medallions in a rosemary mushroom sauce, salad, and garlic mashed potatoes. And he ate nearly every last bite again, even mixing his "taters" in with the "gravy" like farm boys are known to do. We had a nice chat with Scott, stocked up on Latin Grande, Amarosso, and California Syrah wines for our rack at home, and headed back to Springfield. If Lake of the Ozarks is on your road trip radar, make sure to drive the few extra miles to Camdenton and Golden Rock Winery -- you'll love it!

   A new adventure, big fun with my Sweetie, good food (at Golden Rock!), and excellent wines to cure my wintertime whines! I needed that. Stay tuned next week for our hot tub trip -- my body cannot wait!

The lovely spacious dining room and tasting bar at Golden Rock Winery

Golden Rock's awesome wine selection

Fun wine-inspired clothes, bags, and glasses at Golden Rock

Golden Rock is easy to find, on North Hwy 5 in Camdenton (near Bridal Cave)