Over the past two months people visiting our tasting wonder why I do the things I do. They have seen me covered in mortar, clay and paint. In January we started on an addition to our tasting room as we needed more indoor space for events. We have always hosted wine club and now we have a great space to do that. Now we will be able to host events for groups under 50 people and are hoping to have a number of small corporate groups come and enjoy the vineyard and our new space.
But nothing comes easy and after the county told me I had to put a seven thousand dollar fire alarm system in, I had to jump in do some interior work myself. Not that I didn’t have enough to as the life of a vintner isn’t nearly as bucolic as you would imagine. So I greeted many people this spring with a smile but covered in dust and grime.
Since we bought this piece of dirt in 2000 I have spent well over 1000 hours on a tractor, pounded posts, strung wire, planted grape vines, repaired equipment, built an arbor, a deck, a pizza oven and a monument sign just to name a few. But I am not sure I ever worked harder than the last 6 weeks. I have been putting clay on walls, staining concrete floors and doing some interior rock work.
Yes, I do it to save money but I do it for the satisfaction I get as well. There isn’t a piece of this hillside I haven’t touched. I can look up at the vineyard and remember the early days when I was walking down a row stringing wire and followed cougar tracks down the hill. I can remember getting multiple yellow jacket stings during the 2008 vintage when we were building the pizza oven. And in the future, when the new room is filled with people laughing, drinking wine, leaving their daily lives behind and enjoying this place, I will look around and see myself in all those stones on the fireplace.
This place has my dna everywhere and thats why I do what I do.