From the vantage point of a bench on the Lake Tahoe beach with the backdrop of a glorious sunset, peoples’ lives rolled in and out of view like snippets of home movies. A bride with her sailor husband and his sailor groomsmen came down to the beach for pictures. She looked cold and we wished they would hurry up and take the pictures so that she could put on a coat. But they were as a group, happy, celebrating and impervious to the cold.
A mother with her two boys and a golden retriever spent some time on the beach. The boys were throwing a football and the mother threw a stick for the dog over and over again into the cold water. Each time the retriever brought the stick out then fell into the sand and rolled in the gritty grains, looking forward to her next chance to retrieve the stick.
A grandmother brought her daughter and baby granddaughter to the beach. The baby, maybe 1 ½ years old was clearly still struggling with walking. The sand made it all the more difficult, coupled with the fact that it was cold enough to have been bundled in a puffy winter jacket that held her arms out at 45-degree angles. She looked like a drunk Michelin man as she conquered the sand.
Four older men walked along the beach singing loudly. They must have been old drinking buddies out for another night of just enjoying themselves. There was a young couple who came down just to get pictures of the sunset and each other. All of these lives rolled in and out of our view, all enjoying a beautiful evening on the lake.
Wine takes us places. A living thing from different parts of the world, wine is a liquid travel log that introduces us to different climates and cultures and lives. The winemakers’ stories are a part of the wine’s terroir. Each sip is like a snippet of a home movie.