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Monday, May 24, 2010

SOUTH AUSTRALIAN WINES

This blog entry is dedicated to “Hornsy”. For those of you who do not know Hornsy, let us introduce him to you. Hornsy is, beyond doubt, a true gentleman. He is one of Rick’s golfing buddies in Edmonton who loves his wines and to say the least, is very knowledgeable about this subject. He is just a joy to behold as he opens another bottle, sniffs the cork, lets the wine breathe, swirls the nectar of the Gods in his glass, then takes that first sip. Once Hornsy has savoured that initial moment of drink, he will then inspect the legs that have formed on the wine goblet and describe the oaken earthy odour that is a prerequisite to a good red wine. His golfing pals will anxiously wait for him to acknowledge that the magic elixir has a most pleasing palate and is suitable to drink. After about the third bottle, Hornsy is willing to discuss sex, religion, and politics with you; or for that matter, any other topic which you may wish/not wish to debate. The conversation will be interrupted periodically as he tells you about the wine region from whence that last glass has come. Prior to coming to Australia, Hornsy made sure to tell us about the great wines that South Australia had to offer. No doubt, if Hornsy was with us here in South Australia, he would have thought he’d died and gone to heaven. As for Hornsy’s golf game, the rest of his golfing pals know that if his game was as good as his knowledge of wine, he would be a scratch golfer. Unfortunately, his golf game is analogous to knowing the difference between a “Red” and “White” and that is the extent of it. Sorry Hornsy, but you know that your golfing chums wouldn’t let you get away without some insulting comment.

Wine Regions of South Australia

During the mid 1800’s, a number of settlers moved to South Australia from Germany. They soon recognized that many regions within the state were ideal for viticulture and thus began to apply their vast knowledge on the subject. From these early beginnings over 150 years ago, wine growing in South Australia has evolved into a world class industry.

There are four main wine regions in the State of South Australia, all near to our home in Kadina. The nearest region, the Clare Valley, is approximately a 45 minute drive due east. The next is the Barossa Valley which at about one and a half hours of leisure driving through rolling hills and small towns. Further south is McLaren Vale which is probably a two hour drive and finally way down in the southern part of the state is the Coonawarra. No doubt the next time you go to the liquor store to buy a bottle of South Australian red or white, you can be assured that it likely came from one of these world class wine growing regions.

In addition to the aforementioned, there are other areas which, although not truly internationally recognized yet, are starting to produce some nice wines. Blended somewhere between the Clare, Barossa and McLaren Vale Regions is the Adelaide Hills area. Other locales further afield include the Fleurieu Peninsula, Mt Gambier and Murray River lands.

South Australian wines provide more than one half of all Australian wines exported aboard. The wine regions’ Mediterranean climate and associated variety of soil types produce a wide range of grapes. For example, the cooler climate of the Clare Valley is ideal for producing the Riesling grape whereas the sandy, clay loam soils of the Barossa Valley produce big, full bodied Shiraz wines – Gail’s favourite!

Clare Valley

As a broad generalization, Claire Valley wineries are known for their white wines and in particular the Riesling grape. The wineries in the valley are small and boutique. In 2006, the Kilkanoon winery was acknowledged at the International Wine and Spirits Competition for producing the best Riesling in the world. On the “Red” side of the equation, local Cabernet Sauvignon’s and Shiraz’s have also received international recognition.

We are planning a weekend at Clare this September as the Valley lays claim to the “Riesling Trail” which is a 35 kilometre bike or hike trail through numerous vineyards with numerous “pit stops” at adjacent cellar doors. As you have probably surmised, the objective is to cycle or walk the trail making periodic stops to sample wines at the cellar doors. Coupled with the cellar doors are eclectic cafes and restaurants. Needless to say, as we wine and dine along the Riesling Trail, we will be thankful to either be hiking or biking or wobbling. The manual energy expended on the trail should also allow us to work off some of those calories.

One of the things that we have learned is that, on average, our South Australian friends are much more knowledgeable about wines than our Canadian friends. We think that this is likely due to two reasons: (i) South Australians live either in or adjacent to a world class wine area. A common past time is to go for a drive on the weekend to sample local wines at the numerous cellar doors in one of the many wine regions. Hence, through osmosis, they have become very educated about their wines. (ii) We have come to realize that South Australians also like to drink a lot of wine. It seems like every time we visit someone, a bottle of vino, and in particular a bottle of South Australian wine is being opened, and snacks of cheese, crackers, olives or other nibbles appear. It really is a nice way to visit with friends and enjoy each other’s company. Hence, after years of having consumed the magic elixir, South Australians have become most acquainted with their wines. Given this prelude and generalization with respect to our Aussie friends, they have advised us that if you buy a Riesling from Clare, you won’t go too far wrong. Based on our experience to date, their advice has been on the mark or as the Aussie’s would say, “Spot On!” Hornsy, you’d love it!


View of Clare Valley


Barossa Valley

The Barossa, South Australia’s most well known wine producing area, is often referred to as the “Wine Capital of Australia”. As a generalization, the valley is probably best known for its red Shiraz. The region is considered equivalent to the world’s other great wine growing areas such as the Napa Valley in California and the Bordeaux in France. In the Barossa, there are literally over a hundred wineries ranging from the “Mom and Pop” specialty operations to the world famous Jacob’s Creek, Wolf Blass, Peter Lehmann, and Penfold vineyards. The Barossa is the State’s most visited tourist destination and when one has the opportunity to visit the valley, you can easily understand why it is on the “Must Do” list. Set in a fairy-tale like surrounding of rolling hills and vineyards as far as the eye can see, old German heritage buildings dot the landscape. Around and amongst this setting, numerous new buildings have been constructed to mimic the valley’s European origin.

While in the Barossa one weekend on a wine sampling expedition, we had the good luck to be present when the vintners celebrated the “Blessing of the Grapes”. On a Sunday in early fall (yes the seasons are reversed Down Under), all the wine owners gather to attend church so that they can pray for and bless the upcoming harvest. After church, the vintners march in a formal parade which congregates at the town square. Once assembled, they announce, to all present, their expectations of the upcoming year’s quality of wine(s). To commence the harvest, a ceremonial barrel of grapes is crushed and “quench wenches” or “juice girls” pass around the crushed juice for all to taste. We have never experienced such a sweet tasting grape juice right off the vine with no sugar added! If the grape juice is any indication of what the 2010 wines will be like, we think that this harvest will produce a stellar wine.

The “Quench Wenches” or “Juice Girls” Posing in Front of the Church Prior to the Blessing of the Grapes Ceremony


The Barons (i.e., Wine Owners) of the Barossa Valley declaring whether 2010 will be a Good Year – Based on our sample of the juice - we think so!


Ceremonial Crushing of the Grapes


Rick and Greig, who is from Cold Lake and whose wife is on Teacher Exchange in Keith South Australia, posing with their grape juice server


Rick's and Gail’s Ceremonial Harvesting of the Grapes


Prior to Wine Tasting at Jacob’s Creek Cellar


After Wine Sampling at Penfold’s Cellar


After Wine Sampling at Peter Lehmann’s – Note as the day becomes longer why are we absent from the picture?


Inside Peter Lehmann’s Cellar


Start of another day of wine sampling – Note Different Shirt and Blouse and it's early. Hence we are in the picture!

McLaren Vale

Given our limited knowledge on the subject, what more can we say about wines? Visiting one cellar door after another became a blur with each wine tasting better than the last. Does this sound like maybe we had one or two more wines than needed? Reds! Whites! They are all good.

While visiting McLaren Vale, we learned a few interesting tidbits.

  • Similar to the use of the canary in the coal mine to detect methane gas, vintners from an earlier era use to plant rose bushes at the end of each row of grapes as an advance indicator of soil moisture. If the roses started to wilt, the vintner knew that he needed to water his grapes. Now the rose bushes have been replaced by a sophisticated series of soil moisture probes and timers to ensure that proper watering regimes are maintained. However, some of the vineyards still have roses growing at the end of each row of grapes. We don’t know if the roses are for “back-up” purposes, or simply to add beauty, or to remind the vintners of their ancestry. Perhaps the roses serve all three purposes.
  • We have become frequent purchasers of the “Clean Skin” wine. A Clean Skin wine is a wine that has been bottled without a label acknowledging the origin of the winery on the bottle. How does this happen you ask? We’re glad that you asked because let us explain! Many of the fine restaurants will commission a winery to exclusively produce a fine wine for the restaurant. For illustration purposes, let’s say that the restaurant commissioned the vineyard to produce 5000 bottles of Shiraz. In order to ensure that the proper quota of 5000 bottles has been attained, the vintner may produce 7500 bottles. Thus there are 2500 bottles that the vintner must sell, but he cannot label the Shiraz as coming from his winery because the restaurant has exclusivity. While you are at the vineyard, you can sample a “Clean Skin” if one is available. If you think that the wine is pleasing to your palate, you can purchase the nectar of the Gods at an incredibly low price. Most Clean Skins are sold by the dozen at the vineyard. Local liquor stores will also sell clean skins, usually by the bottle, but unfortunately one cannot sample the product first. Fortunately, at the liquor store, some brave South Australian will purchase a clean skin - taste unknown. If it is a good one, he tells his friends by word of mouth and before you know it, the shelf is left bare. It’s also a bargain to purchase since there is no label on it. It is not uncommon for the elixir to sell for ¼ of its value or sometimes even less!
  • South Australia produces a very good dessert wine that is comparable to our Canadian Ice wines. The dessert wine is made by allowing the grape to remain on the vine, become infected by a fungus and ferment. The dessert wine is known as a Botrytis, named after the fungus which creates this wonderful sweet wine. A small glass of incredibly cold botrytis with some strawberries and very dark chocolate makes a wonderful dessert after a scrumptious meal.


Barrels upon barrels upon barrels of wine


Inside Wirra Wirra Cellar with Doug and Dawn (see Blog Entry titled “Everyone Needs a Leon or a Jill or a…..”). Sampling has not yet made us that “wirry”


Rose Bushes planted along each row of Grapes. Roses act as an indicator of soil moisture.


This picture is for our friend Janet in Edmonton. For some reason, she just loves “Hardy’s” wine.

Coonawarra

We really can’t tell you much about the Coonawarra because we have yet to visit the region. However, our Australian friends have told us that if you buy a Red from the Coonawarra you won’t go wrong.


We hope that you have enjoyed this brief overview of the wine regions of South Australia. Perhaps it will have provoked your interest enough to go to the liquor store (or bottle shop as it is called in Oz) and try a couple of South Australian wines. If you do, we hope for two things: (i) That you take pleasure in discovering the wine(s) as much as we have enjoyed them here, and (ii) You think of us while you take that first sip. If you wish, email us (Rick_Ferster@shaw.ca) and tell us your opinion on your discovery. We are interested to know.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

HELLO FROM AYERS ROCK

April 25th is ANZAC Day in Australia. ANZAC (Australian and New Zealand Army Corp) Day is a public holiday to commemorate the soldiers who fought at Gallipoli during World War I. The battle of Gallipoli is regarded as being of great significance by the Australians. It is interesting because also during the First World War, the battle of Vimy Ridge is of equal historic importance to Canada. Both battles are considered to be the moment when each country recognized itself as being unified as a nation; where men from across the country came together and fought as a cohesive unit. The image of national unity and achievement is what made each of these battles so important for each country. Australia elected to make ANZAC Day a national holiday, whereas sadly, Canada does not publicly recognize their historic coming of age event.

Making the most of this long weekend, we took the opportunity to visit Ayers Rock. This holiday trip left us with mixed emotions. We find it difficult to express these emotions in a logical manner. Hence this blog entry is a bit disjointed, but we hope by the end of it you will understand our feelings with respect to this long weekend trip.

Prior to arriving in Australia there were three things on our “Bucket List” that we wanted to see and do while in Australia. We wanted to (i) see the Sydney Opera House and Harbour, (ii) visit Ayers Rock and (iii) go to the Great Barrier Reef. As you can imagine, going to Ayers Rock was high on our list of places to visit. Once we arrived in Australia, the reality of getting to Ayers Rock started to crystallize.

Ayers Rock is in the Outback, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the continent. Getting there by road is at least a three day drive (one way) from Adelaide. You can get there in two days, but the driving is hard and the days are long! Given that our time is short in Australia and we only have 52 weekends, we decided that driving to the “ROCK” was out of the question as it would entirely consume one of our school term holidays. When we investigated our options with respect to flying, we soon learned that QANTAS has a captive market. QANTAS stands for “Queensland and Northern Territory Air Service”. We surmise that QANTAS must have built the airstrip at Ayers Rock and thus can charge whatever the market will bear. Hence, seat sales to the Rock are few and far between and when there are sales, you wonder if the seats were ever put on sale because the prices are still outrageous. Once we started to look at accommodations at Ayers Rock, we soon concluded that the weekend would cost a small fortune. Our Australian friends had advised us that we shouldn’t get too excited about visiting it, because after all, “it is only a rock”. Given the cost, we concluded that for the same amount of money we could enjoy a nice week or two in Bali or some other place. Unhappily, we were virtually at the point of electing not to visit this Australian icon. Finally, we asked ourselves, if we don’t go, will this be something that we regret once we were back in Canada? After considerable deliberation, we decided to bite the bullet, tell ourselves that we only live once, Ayers Rock was on our bucket list and that we should “GO FOR IT”!


The Outback

As noted above, Ayers Rock is in the Outback, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the continent. Are you beginning to get the image that Ayers Rock is a long ways from anywhere? One of our travel books suggests that if you want to see the outback, all you have to do is drive “Out” for one hour and then drive “Back”. You will have seen all you need to see of the outback during this two hour drive, because the outback is a sea of endless desert and arid vegetation. This slightly humorous description of the outback really does not pay it justice.

On both a macro and micro scale, there is a subtle beauty to the outback that you can’t help but appreciate. At a macro level, as you fly over the landscape, you see beautiful rock formations that originate from ranges of once tall mountains that have been eroded over millions of years. Scattered between these ranges are miles and miles of sand dunes that were once part of an immense inland sea. Interspersed is a vast network of dry channel river beds and lakes that only fill with water during intense storm events from tropical storms that have periodically strayed further south than their typical normal weather patterns permit. These landforms blend in colour between shades of white, brown, red and ochre. Added to this are hues of green and brown vegetation that struggle for survival in this arid environment. On a micro scale, as one walks through the outback, you can’t help but notice the blood red colour of the sand that fills your shoes as you step around the tuffs of grasses, shrubs and trees that cover the ground. It appears as if the vegetation has been selected and delicately placed so as to maximize and horde any and all available moisture.


The Rock

Prior to leaving for the Rock, a few of Gail’s teaching colleagues in Kadina remarked that they thought it rather outlandish, yet exotic, that she was flying half way across the continent for the long weekend. We hadn’t thought about it, but yes it would be the equivalent of flying from Edmonton to Toronto for a long weekend. This is certainly, something that we have never done and likely would not consider doing while residing in Canada. However, we only do have 52 weekends in Australia with 36 remaining.

After hours of being in the air and flying over the endless outback, we finally saw the Rock. Ayers Rock, or Uluru as it is know by its aboriginal name, is a huge monolith, majestic in stature, protruding out of nowhere on a flat bed of unending level terrain. The view whether from the air or on foot, is spectacular and leaves one with a feeling of reverence. The size of the Rock is enormous; it doesn’t matter what time of day you view the rock, the shades of light from the sun give the rock a kaleidoscope of colour. Now we know and understand why it is one of the most visited places in Australia.

As we disembarked from the plane, we observed a number of flights listed on the arrival and departure boards in the terminal that acknowledge planes coming from and going to virtually every major Australian city. Passengers from all corners of the continent such as Perth, Sydney, Cairns, Alice Springs, Adelaide, Melbourne, Brisbane and Darwin were on a pilgrimage to Uluru. A bus was waiting at the airport to take us to the Ayers Rock resort. While en route to the resort, we discovered that we were essentially a captive market with no place else to go. There is no community at the Rock with the exception of an aboriginal community which houses somewhere around 100 residents. This community is off limits to the tourists and trespass is not permitted. In fact, everyone working and living at Uluru who is not aboriginal is housed at the resort. The resort is comprised of four large hotels plus associated restaurants and bars, a caravan park, campground, a number of trinket shops, coffee shops, tour booths, a grocery store and an employee residence area. It seemed strange to discover that even the QANTAS employees working at the airport also lived at the resort.

While at the rock we took a sunrise tour and an evening sunset – dinner under the stars tour. Both tours were stunning. However, we found it a little disconcerting that there was not one aboriginal person present to host or participate in the tours or work in the resort area. For example, even the person playing the didgeridoo which is an aboriginal musical instrument, was not of aboriginal origin. We also thought that it was a little inappropriate to listen to a Caucasian guide tell us about aboriginal folklore, while many of the aboriginals residing in the community are out of work and on relief. In North America when one visits a site of major First Nation’s significance there is typically a representative from the community who is present and proud to show off and explain First Nation’s culture to visitors. In this case, we are at a loss as to explain why aboriginals at Uluru were not doing the same. It is our understanding that the aboriginals, like our First Nations, are a proud people pleased to share their culture and heritage. When we asked around, we were provided with either no explanation, or that aboriginals didn’t have the education to run the businesses, or they were too lazy to work. We think that perhaps a more reasonable explanation may be that the aboriginals are just tired of the number of visitors coming to the area and want nothing to do with the tourists. Aboriginal issues in Australia are very similar to First Nation issues in Canada. This is not surprising as both countries have come from British rule and in the last one hundred years have both addressed aboriginal issues in the same dismal manner.


Tour of the Rock

We, as well as about a thousand other tourists, got up at 5:00 AM to watch the sun rise on the rock. If you are traveling this distance, you have to make the most of it and you are raring to go at the crack of dawn. As the sun rose, the rock transformed from a dark mass into a reddish hue of colour. As you can imagine, we have logged this sun rise into our memory bank! We had hoped to climb the Rock in the morning, but unfortunately the walk had been cancelled for the day. We were told that the walk is closed on four different occasions: (i) When temperatures soar above 36oC, (ii) When it is too windy and there is risk of people being blown off the rock, (iii) When it has been raining and there is risk of people sliding off the rock, and (iv) When there has been a death on the rock. In our particular circumstance, a hiker had died of a heart attack the day before while climbing the rock. The aboriginal council closed the hike for the following day to honour the memory of the deceased hiker. In lieu of the climb, we spent the rest of our time at the rock, walking around the base, going to the water hole and looking at aboriginal art that had been painted many generations ago on the rock.

In the evening, we had a most memorable experience. As we watched the sun set on the rock we sipped champagne along with about sixty other people who elected to dine under the stars in the desert. On a cloudless night we were pampered to a scrumptious meal of kangaroo, fish, chicken, and many other delectable delights as a musician played the didgeridoo in the background. Once it was dark, we were then entertained as an astronomer told us stories about the stars and constellations. We couldn’t believe the light that was reflected off the desert by the stars and moon. At our dining table there were seven people who had made their pilgrimage to the rock. We had come from Canada via Adelaide. Two couples, one from the United States and the other from Britain, had arrived by way of Melbourne. Our seventh person, who was from Spain, started his journey from Perth. The evening made us realize that Uluru truly was not only an Australian icon, but a global destination.


Some of the many bus loads of Pilgrims arriving for a sunrise view of Uluru


Waiting for the sun rise


Here comes the sun!


Morning at the Rock!


Endless Daytime Beauty


More Endless Daytime Beauty – The Rock Is Constantly Changing Colour


Aboriginal Folklore Painted on the Rock


Start of Our Dining Under the Stars Experience

The Flash On Our Camera Doesn't Do Justice to the Evening