For the second time this year, our sleepy little hamlet opened up its doors and formally welcomed all passerby. The Crush is a celebration of the coming grape harvest, and offered to attendees a myriad of games, helicopter rides, and, of course, adult beverages.
Miss Oregon USA even stopped by to reap the Americana. Nice girl. I think this sort of thing comprises her job. Here she is refereeing the wine thief relay. For those not in the know, a wine thief is a simple plastic device used to transfer wine from point A to B.
This guy fought a noble fight but lost to the hometown favorite. Miss Oregon did her best to fain amusement. Next came the exhibition round of wine barrel rolling. The fellow featured below works at a nearby hyper-priced, gravity-fed purveyor of pinot.
These sorts of shenanigans are best viewed under the influence of the fruits of Crushes long passed.
What would a Crush be without some costumed dental assistants hepped up on Riesling? Local businesses formed teams and competed to stomp the most grapes. Didn't stick around to see who won, but it was a pretty intense battle.
The big city sent down a fleet of their finest vintage T-birds. Jealousy evoking and polished to the nines, these autos demanded a methodical looking over.
Well done, Daddy-O! Prior to the event, this little guy was full of pre-Crush stoke.
Much more fun than the early Summer Fun Days, the Crush proved itself as a hit. Could be better, though. The local wineries could really use the time as a venue of promotion. Maybe get out of the beer garden and man a booth of their own? Staff said space with a knowledgeable staff person? Seems like a no brainer...
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