How's the drive?
Do you miss making wine in Portland?
Do you live at the winery during harvest?
The answers, for the record, are fine, not really, no.
|Looking east across the valley from Eola Hills Road|
Yes, I live in NE Portland and after six years at winery facilities in the city of Portland, I now drive all the way to the Eola Hills between Dundee and Salem to make my wine.
So how was the drive? Marvelous, mostly.
I grew up in Los Angeles, maybe I'm just used to driving. The hour+ commute each way to my winery home at Grochau Cellars was often just the time I needed to clear my thoughts, listen to my muse, occasionally respond, and generally make sure the countryside and each harvest day and night passed marked.
|Willamette River in September from the Wheatland Ferry|
On late nights after the Ferry stopped running, I'd drive back through Dundee and Newberg to Portland. Too busy during the day, late at night the route is quiet and direct, and one September night anyway the stars bright over the Dundee Hills after midnight took my breath away.
|A bouquet of fresh hop flowers found on the roadside one morning|
|The sunsets this harvest were exceptional almost every day|
More on that soon enough.