The link below (I hope it never goes away) gives me the moral and intellectual support for my world-wide search of the perfect martini.

The Greatness of Gin. Please read the article, order a referenced book or two and let me know what you think.

The six o’clock cocktail hour is a serious thing, he insists, a special hinge in the day, and it would be a waste to be wasted then: “This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn. But it would not be a martini if we should see him.”

I’m going to add this to our cocktail flag – its a picture of us on the road. See our little, brilliant silver metallic Sprinter?

If you see this flying at the campsite you will know who it is. You can always stop by for a cocktail, or a gab or just to say hey.