More! wine tasting in Paso Robles

 This was our campsite at the Atascadero Elks. Full hook ups, parking in gravel, kind of noisy as it is close to 101. Very nice lodge though.

 First stop was our favorite. Everyone is very friendly and have great wines. There is no charge to taste and they have the largest wine club in the world, 29,000. That includes us for the last nine years.

 People who taste here become almost fanatical about the place. They even have cruises!

 Michael is trying a mixture of Liquid Love (a zin almost like a port) with champagne. It was well received and another mixture with a muscat was pretty tasty too.

 Wood fired pizza oven that we will see in use tomorrow night!

 Our next stop and it is a little more modern. It even has a pond with sailboats for members and koi to feed.

 Just ask for fish food instead of wine and this is your reward.

 Nice place for lunch or relaxed tasting.

 Fish are not visible until you start walking along the edge. They know what is coming next!

 Big fish have big mouths, we all enjoyed feeding them.

 Next stop is also home to Paso Port. They make a special red blend called "crash" because a B-29 crash landed in their vineyard in the late 50's. Crew bailed out but the captain went down with his plane.

 Howie Steinbeck, owner, sharing some of the Paso Port. Same winemaker for both wineries. Good, good, port.

 Ok, I could not resist this shot. This I am assuming is a float in a parade or something for Eberle vineyards. I think it is supposed to look like a pig with viking tones?

 Yup, they have pigs all over the place. They also have a manmade wine cellar to age the wines that they do give tours of as well.

 Ah, Vina Robles, a classy place.

 Michael was the designated driver for the day and he is relaxing among the really expensive art collection that adorns the walls. The piece next to him was about $7500.00 I think.

 Right across the street is Robert Hall winery, California winery of the year in 2012. Nice stuff of course. About the only wines we did not care for was the Black Hand in Cambria, little rough.

Back to Castoro to pick up some grape juice for Michael and his father.