The Willamette Valley — roughly an hour outside of Portland — produces some of the finest Pinot Noir wines around. That is my drink of choice so I was a happy camper to the extent I could taste a bit and still be the designated driver. While not tasting, the scenery provided an exquisite backdrop — fall foliage at it’s peak with pockets of mist. We were thankful to experience such beauty all around.
|Newberg Ferry Crossing — positively ethereal
|Bistro Maison in McMinnville laid out a beautiful table; traditional Thanksgiving meal (there were other options); deserts (pecan pie and fruit crisp)
Shared plates: seared scallops, whole trout; indulgent ribeye and a chocolate/peanut/mousse concoction!
|Morning view of Mt. Hood from our hotel room across the Willamette River