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“Ye looked fair wild, man, for there was blood runnin’ doon your face and your hair was loose on the wind. Ye’d sheathed your sword to carry me, but ye pulled it again as ye turned away. I didna think I should see ye again, for if ever I saw a man set to meet his death …” He shook his head, his eyes half-closed, as though he saw not the sober, stalwart man before him, not the Fraser of Fraser’s Ridge—but Red Jamie, the young warrior who had not gone back from gallantry, but because he sought to throw his life away, feeling it a burden—because he had lost me. —Hayes in Fiery Cross, Chapter 7

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2014 Ridge Vineyards Paso Robles Zinfandel

What can I say - Ridge makes some awesome stuff. This is no exception. Blackberries, black cherry preserves, dried cherries, mint, molasses, and raisins on the nose. Fresher on the palate with red cherries and still some preserves. Tart acidity lifts the wine. Like all Zins, this has that classic balance of VERY ripe fruit with tarter fruit. Nicely executed. Solid!

4/5 bones

$$$

Zinfandel

14.4% abv

Paso Robles, California, USA

Ye looked fair wild, man, for there was blood runnin’ doon your face and your hair was loose on the wind. Ye’d sheathed your sword to carry me, but ye pulled it again as ye turned away. I didna think I should see ye again, for if ever I saw a man set to meet his death …“
He shook his head, his eyes half-closed, as though he saw not the sober, stalwart man before him, not the Fraser of Fraser’s Ridge–but Red Jamie, the young warrior who had not gone back from gallantry, but because he sought to throw his life away, feeling it a burden–because he had lost me.
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Archie Hayes speaking to Jamie & Claire - FIERY CROSS chapter 7

“He sought to throw his life away, feeling it a burden–because he had lost me…..”  It is hard to imagine the depths of Jamie’s despair as he fought on Culloden Moor, “set to meet his death.”  He had grown and matured so much, even to the point of doing that which is beyond comprehension - sending Claire and their baby away from him forever, so that they could live and be safe.  So when he returned to Culloden Moor, he felt as though he had nothing left, nothing to live for.  As Claire said, “he sought to throw his life away.”   When he was not killed during the fighting, while lying close to death in the Culloden farmhouse, he was comforted by conjuring Claire’s face and remembering his belief that she was God’s gift to him: “In any case, he would see her again; he clung to the conviction much more firmly than he embraced the tenets of the Church. God had given her to him; He would restore her.

Excerpt From: Diana Gabaldon. “Voyager.” iBooks. 

Thanksgiving’s Sunset in Yosemite, by Darvin

The sun slipped under the afternoon clouds and just exploded in vibrant red across the top ridge of El Capitan. The trees were still decked out in a winter lace. The entire scene was breath taking and the cold air was invigorating. Good friends had invited me to meet them in the park on Thanksgiving day and I am glad we took them up on it. The trip perfectly coincided with an early winter storm that brought just a bit of relief to the long California drought. Things to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving of 2015. © Darvin Atkeson YosemiteLandscapes.com

This globe shows the age of the rocks that make up the seafloor of the Atlantic Ocean. The youngest rocks can be found around the Mid-Atlantic ridge (shown in red). The Mid Atlantic ridge is essentially a submarine mountain range which is the result of sea floor spreading; molten lava pours out and hardens into basalt rock. Plate tectonics gradually moves the rocky seafloor away from the ridge and hence the rocks get older. The oldest rocks in the Atlantic are about 180 million years old.

-Jean

Image courtesy of NOAA