From Buffalo Mountain, it was down to Villa Appalaccia — one of the best wineries in the region — for a tasting and a glass of Aglionico; then over to Chateau Morrisette, just five minutes away, for another tasting, a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, and a picnic lunch on their sprawling, scenic grounds. About the time we started back from the Parkway, the fog began to lift — sadly, revealing not even one giant monster lumbering about the countryside. One of these days, I tell you, we're gonna find one, and then there will be such a party.
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|A wee bit of mist on the way up to Buffalo Mountain. I'm sure I heard some heavy,|
booming footsteps in the distance.
|Damned Rodan on the rocks|
|Damned Rodan at the summit|
|This little fellow didn't look much disposed to wreak any particular havoc. Alas.|
|Stephen King's The Mist has got nothing on this place.|
|Brugger relaxing after a long hike|