Hippy Cheese Plug

After swinging through Napa Valley and purchasing more than our fair share of wine, we drove up the coast of California through the infamous, Humboldt County. That's right: hippie country. After learning from a hippy how to cheat the rangers and camp for free, we drove on and stopped spontaneously in a small, hippie town called Loleta to visit their cheese factory. Cheese-tasting sounded like fun after wine-tasting. (in the back of our minds, chocolate-tasting was next!) The cheese factory was quite small but had an incredible amount of cheese varieties. All made in house in small batches. Amazing! We snagged some Roasted Garlic Jack and promptly made wrap sandwiches out of the tail-gate of the Subaru before moving on. It was some of the best cheese I've had in my life. Way to go, Loleta Cheese Factory. One of the employees told me that we could buy some cheese and hang out in the garden out back and eat it all afternoon. I (being clever) smiled and said that would be great! Grab a bottle of wine out of the car, eat some cheese. Then she gave me a weird look and said, "you can't drink back there." So I bought my cheese and left. The picture is of Carlie watching the cheese makers stir up the cheese curds.