Heron Hill Winery – Seneca Lake Tasting Room Claimed

It seems like just yesterday, late August of 1969, Denver, Colorado. I had just restarted my college career as a transfer student at the University of Denver. I had chosen this location for it’s obvious recreational opportunities as well as because several of my friends were in attendance there.One of my friends was having a back to school party in his yard. There were young, happy faces all around, the brilliant Colorado sun was shining down upon us, energy laced music of that period pulsed in the backyard. The stage was set for great things. Across the room I saw a lovely diminutive honey-blonde and had a surging sensation of place. This was a person who would be a player in my life. As the pace quickened with the pulse of the music, the Ripple wine entered the picture – a case of white and a case of red, both nicely chilled. Being a beer drinker, this was new to me, but so was a lot there. I ventured a taste, I think it was the white, not bad! I didn’t know enough to analyze the product as I so often do now in my daily wine consuming adventures. It was good, the sun was good, the music was good, it was all good, and still it was only the first day of school. That lovely young lady has been my loving wife for over 49 years and we both look back at our days at DU as some of the best in our lives, don’t drink Ripple anymore though…