When I Ride…

The Vineman is waiting…

Hopped on a plane and four hours later I’m driving past San Francisco’s Bay Bridge on my way to Guerneville. My husband is competing in an Ironman race called the Vineman. I will be a cheerleader on the sidelines and enjoying the local wines of Sonoma County, California. The redwood trees call me to sit under their gaze, the cool Russian River sings its river song.


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