It’s raining here at camp, but my wife says that she likes it. That’s a change. The cabin archetype is apparently drawing inward for her, not so dependent on what is happening around it. She asked me to keep this diversion short, since a computer connects us to the Universe, which Lynn doesn’t like.
Yesterday we drove to an out-of-the-way trailhead north of Minerva. It required driving over miles of dirt road to reach the spot where you abandon your car and walk two-and-one-half miles further to a remote spot on the upper Hudson River. The cliff on the facing shore was so high that it blocked the sun at two in the afternoon. So we ate our lunch on a rock at sundown and commenced back to the car in the warm afternoon sun.
Upon my suggestion, we had prepared our Jambalaya in the morning before we left for the river, so that the cabin wouldn’t smell too strongly of it when we opened our claret. We drank a 1997 Pontet-Canet, which we absolutely loved. I gave up trying to put into descriptors what I tasted in it; while at the same time I realize that it is important to struggle with that question in order to connect with the wine intellectually as well as intuitively.
Both Lynn and I agreed that it activated a deep inner archetype, not far from where the cabin is located. She couldn’t do much with descriptors, either. Robert Parker said that the wine was attenuated. I think it is, and that might be a prerequisite for its inward, laser focusing quality for us. The trick is pointing the attenuation in rather than out.