A new study came out saying that elevation has no real effect on the consumption of alcohol, debunking an age-old myth.
That was just one study, but from personal experience, while perhaps that be true, the multitude effects that altitude has on one and how these vary from individual as well as circumstance, I would say, be wary and think ahead when going to a wine tasting up where it is hard to breath.
I definitely felt hydrated before heading out Friday evening, however I didn't eat because I figured there would be plenty to nosh on at the event.
There were cheese and crackers at a few of the tasting booths, but certainly not enough to make a meal out of, at least not without seeming like an uncouth bear or bore. So after a bit we ducked into The Side Door for some crepes and big glasses of water.
The festival itself had a wonderful, easy going vibe with kids and dogs wandering around with parents/owners even though they were expressly forbidden in the "rules". I was glad to see some flexibility after running into way to much "by the book" rule-following in Los Angeles.
We tasted a lot of wines: some good, lots mediocre and more than a few that, well.....
There was live music that wasn't half-bad, quite enjoyable really. Also with a very loose and easy groove.
And there was a nice variety of folk, at least when it came to ages. In regards to other diversity, the cost of entry certainly limited who could afford to be there and the make up of Mammoth's population made for a very stark contrast from where we had just been, LA and Atlanta.
This was even more apparent the following day when the guards and gate-keepers were mostly Hispanic and yet there very few people of color attending the event.
Fortunately for us we were a short walk from the Village. The weather was perfect for the stroll home.
It has rained many of the days since we've been up here in the Sierras. But it's always been quick and over in a few minutes. Which is why on Saturday we brought neither umbrellas or rain coats or even jackets for that matter.
The heaviest longest downpour started after we'd been on the festival grounds for perhaps 10 or 15 minutes. I found shelter first in a tent serving flavored champagnes, almond, peach, and orange. I enjoyed the almond in spite of myself, but as for the peach and orange, much better to add juice to the bubbly. But they were more than generous with their shelter as well as their pours.
Cindy in the meantime happened on a pair of quite enterprising girls in their tweens who were selling ponchos and umbrellas. Cindy managed to get them at $10 before, following their mom's advice, they jacked the price up to $20.
They sold out and no one complained about the price.
Skye didn't go to the tasting on Friday night, but we figured she should at least come for a little bit on Saturday. There were lots of art booths and yummy food vendors, plus music and it was literally down the hill from us, practically in our back yard.
But when we got to the ticket booth and realized that for a non-drinking individual 12 years and up the ticket was going to run $51 and Skye wasn't that interested in going, she took her camera and headed back up the hill, to chill and do whatever teenagers do when left alone with their electronic gadgets.
She did end up coming back to the fence on a couple of occasions to bring us a forgotten phone and a jacket once the sun started to set. In return she got a heaping plate of left over cajun fries and a couple of beignets.
None of this was free, of course. Unlike the night before there was absolutely nothing at the tasting tents to nosh on, but there were plenty of food vendors nearby. So on top of the $83 tickets, (the evening before were $48 a piece) we we ended up shelling out for eats, although they were quite delicious, much better than you typical festival grub.
Most people came much better prepared than we did, with coolers, folding chairs and blankets. I didn't realize that the event went until 9pm or that Kenny Logins was the headliner. Cindy had arranged this adventure and failed to tell me.
Between the night before and the gorging of wine and food, I had not paced myself to go past sundown and so as they were setting up for Kenny, I was walking back up to the condo.
Like I said, it was practically in our back yard so I heard more than enough. I truly wasn't missing anything and probably did my ears a favor.
All in all had a great time. Really loved the energy and vibe of the scene and the people. Everyone was quite friendly and open even before the wine started flowing.