The Fourth Day 2018 Baignes to St. Emilion

Reluctantly, I took my leave from this jewel of campgrounds.  I literally sailed along a ride that if at the Santa Cruz Boardwalk would be called the “Big Dipper;” ups and downs all day, shallow ones and steep ones, short ones and longs ones.  The number of flats could be counted on two hands with several fingers left over.  The number of vineyards were multiplying while the number of wheat fields were declining.  The wheat fields stretched far into the horizon.  Their stalks grown so evenly they appeared to be a wall of yellow push-pins waiting for a giant hand to make an imprint.

            I rolled into Libourne by midafternoon, had a quick picker upper at Mac Donald’s, and received directions to St. Emilion from the staff in the Tourist Office.  I was pleasantly surprised by my easy exit from such a large city.  I kept making right choice after right choice.  I should have been at the craps table.

            The road into St. Emilion was Nirvarna for every wine sipper.  Chateau after chateau without exception offered a tasting room.

            The campground near St. Emilion was in the jargon of MacDonald’s, “supersized.”  The pool had five different levels including a slide.  Of course, all of these attractions came with a hefty price.  Sadly, tent campers where shuttled off to odd spaces. 

            I did meet an Irishman from the north of Dublin.  He and his lady friend had been on the road for several weeks in their camper.  A motor scooter was stored in a compartment beneath the camper.  He was a civil engineer and she a music teacher specializing in piano. 

            I settled in with a bottle of wine and excellent ham and cheese sandwich.  Rain is promised.

Happy trails to you until we meet again!!

Much joy!!!
Hardy