‘Tis the season for grape crushing (or stomping).
A vineyard not too far from us has an annual grape stomp festival. We’ve been wanting to go for a couple years now and our schedule and the weather finally cooperated this year.
Ironically, Ty opted out of the stomping competition because it was too messy.
They put in a valiant effort but didn’t quite manage to come out on top.
Later on, I got my stomp on with two of my friends and we earned ourselves a free glass of wine for our superior grape stomping efforts. I think someone took pictures so I’ll post them if I can get my hands on them.
