We drove up a long imposing drive and parked among silver Benz and extended limos. Then we walked past the main house toward a large barn and the Beaujolais Festival. I’d thought it a strange idea, to pair French wine and Texas. Since I prefered a bottle of Miller Lite rather than glass of wine; it was my daughter idea to attend the magical night at South Fork Ranch. The evening wore on, and I left on the arm of a handsome man wearing boots, a lover of wine.
South Fork Ranch – The Soap Opera “DALLAS” (Photo credit: aldern82)