This is the Coffin Ridge Winery and I'm still not too sure of the origin of the name of the ridge ... something about some guy falling out of the coffin 150 years ago on the way to the graveyard and refusing to get back in ... oh well, let's talk wine. Here are the entrance signs directing you to the place on the ridge down a long gravel road.
When the wine arrived with the awesome cheese plate there was this little coffin ... upon creaking it open, we found it held the napkins (serviettes here) and silverware ... cool!
And of course we had to have the obligatory wine toast to the wine gods with the gorgeous Georgian Bay in the far distance beyond the vinyard. A spectacular afternoon.
As we departed the vinyard we went through an old barn basement that the vinyard has maintained and added many flowers and shrubs to. Through the opening is the Georgian Bay in the distance.
