But Garmin had other ideas. We had shared a wonderful bottle of Chianti over lunch in a lovely little Italian restaurant in Calistoga, California, and I was pretty mellow as we drove back. Stevie Wonder wasn't quite as mellow, but we were both enjoying the drive.
Then we noticed we were in a canyon in the middle of nowhere. How did that happen? How had we made that turn? We kept going, thinking that eventually we would run into more wineries.
Wrong. We passed ranches, and hills, and curves in the road so tight I could see our tail lights when I glanced sideways through my window.
No wineries. We saw a lake, Berryessa. Beautiful. I got a photo or five. Then we came to a creek. Putah Creek. And we decided to stop because there were Canadian geese everywhere.
...a peahen and her baby. Suddenly it was all clear. The day wasn't for touring wineries, and it wasn't for taking photos of geese. It was to capture, for a moment in time, a chick following its mother. Simple, eh?