Wine Making By The Light of the Moon

Err, more like light of the garage. Our fruit from Borra Vineyards in Lodi finally arrived! I won a ton of Zinfandel and a ton of Barbera at the TWGGA conference earlier this year and after multiple false starts getting the fruit here, it arrived first thing Monday morning at Pheasant Court Winery. We struck up a deal that Pheasant Court pay the shipping, we help with the winemaking, and they could sell the wine under their label. We just want a few cases in the end.

So, on our day off from Benton-Lane, Bobby and I went out to Pheasant Court to process the Zin and Barbera after dark. Pheasant Court is a small operation that is done in what is basically a barn adjacent to Charlie's, the winemaker/owner, house. The "crushpad" was his driveway. Brix levels were taken and both wines are projected to be pretty big- probably in the 14% range. After crushing and de-stemming, we got a grand tour of the cellar and talked wines and vines with Charlie. Via horse trade, Bobby & I scored a bottle of Chardonnay made from Woodhall grapes for a bottle of Bobby's 2009 Pinot Blanc (also Woodhall fruit).

Tomorrow will be pitching yeast and taking more accurate Brix measurements. And then all the excitement and wine management begins! Cheers!

Loading the Zin into the crusher/de-stemmer

Checking the quality of fruit

Processed Zinfandel!

Like Kitten Mittens, Only Funnier

We fitted Bailey and Hank with booties to wear while hunting or hiking in rocky or rough terrain. It takes some getting used to on the dog's part, so as you can imagine the first time wearing them was a quite an experience. After getting the shoes on, we asked each dog to walk across the kitchen floor, hilarity ensued. See video below:

Thank You, Vets!

I have never been to a Veteran's Day parade, let alone in one. Well, today was my lucky day. Albany's family owned restaurant Brewsters had a float in the parade and I got to ride while Bobby drove the tractor. We tossed plastic Easter eggs (as Brewsters' "mascot" is a rooster) filled with candy and a coupon to the restaurant. Kids of course went bananas for anything being thrown their way. There were even some adults pushing and jostling to get an egg. Who knew they would be such a big deal?!? We even duped a high school kid into dressing up as a rooster for the parade. He made a pretty comical rooster, but the children loved him!

We rode all the way through the main street of downtown where the street was PACKED with people. I learned this morning that Albany's Veteran's Day Parade is the largest west of the Mississippi. Pretty impressive! Maybe one day it will grow as big as the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. :)

Dwayne, Stacey (Brewsters' proprietor and Bobby's cousin), Alex, Brian, & Emily on board our float!

Farmer Bob drives the tractor

The tractor all decked out and ready for the parade!

In all the hustle and bustle of getting organized and being in the parade it was easy to forget why we were celebrating. I just want to take the opportunity to thank all of our veterans and those who are currently serving our country. We would not be the amazing nation we are today without you. All our thoughts and prayers are with our military today. God bless our troops and Happy Veteran's Day!

In a Jam

One of my first activities at my new home in Oregon was to make jam. I was a little hesitant to take on this project, as I feared the amount of work would be overwhelming. Turns out, it was was super easy!

Using fresh picked blackberries (my personal favourite), we mixed the berries into almost a puree. After the berries were smooth, we added sugar, lots of sugar. Letting the blend stand for 10 minutes, we heated up the pectin and water to make a gel. The final step was to stir in the pectin to the berry mix and pour into containers! Et voila, blackberry jam!

Toast and biscuits taste so much better with a little homemade jam- especially since it came from my own two hands!

Don't mind the terrible hair, but you can see my stack of blackberry jam and the blackberries before they get mixed in with the pectin. Lip smackin' good!

On the Oregon Trail Once Again!

Some of you may be beginning to think it's an annual event for me to jam pack my Mini Cooper full of stuff and drive cross country to Oregon. Well, this year is a little different. My road trip to Oregon is of the permanent kind. My boyfriend Bobby and I set out from Fort Worth, Texas to commence our one way trip to Albany, OR.

We quickly blew through the Panhandle of Texas eager to get to Colorado, stopping for lunch at a peculiar, yet somehow famous restaurant in Amarillo called The Big Texan Steak Ranch. They are known for their food challenge, offered to any guest who is willing to risk major indigestion and heartburn, to eat a 72 oz steak in under an hour. Neither of us dared to attempt the challenge, but cheered on the one guy who did- he threw in the towel with a little more than 5 minutes left on the clock. We were back on the road, looking to beat our own clock and be in Denver by nightfall. Since this is a permenant move, I brought my adorable Goldendoodle Bailey with me. He was wedged between the window, my giant suitcase, and our camping gear. Traveling with a dog means quite a few more stops and longer duration at each stop, which also meant we only made it to Pueblo, Colorado our first night. Somehow, Bobby was able to find a brewery in Pueblo walking distance from our hotel! and the icing on the cake was that they allowed dogs!

Bailey and me in the Big Texan wagon

Waking up well rested the next day, we piled back into the car and turned our sights north to Boulder. Not a long drive, but we had a busy day of brewery tours planned. Last year my friend Kevin and I focused on California wineries, this year is all about the beer. We grabbed lunch and a monster taster tray at Boulder Brewery. Next, was a mean game of Scrabble and samplers at Avery's Tap Room. And just for the record, I finally beat Bobby- there is a photo of the

scoresheet to prove it! Turns out we enjoyed our time in Boulder far too long and there was no way we would make our next goal of Yellowstone Park by a reasonable time. So, upon recommendation of the friendly staff at Oskar Blues Brewery, we decided to camp in Lyons, CO. Dinner on the small town's main street and a sweet spot by the river made for a lovely evening.

Our enormous taster tray at Boulder Brewery- good thing we shared this!

Tired of being stuck in the back, Bailey decided it was his turn to drive

It was FREEZING the next morning when we woke up! No matter what Bobby did, he was unsuccessful in getting me out of my sleeping bag. I finally pep talked myself out of the tent and we were on the road yet again. The drive from Lyons to Estes Park is beautiful! You'll wind your way through canyons and along mountain roads. The road then opens up to the gorgeous town of Estes Park. Much to Bobby's delight, Elk greeted us almost immediately upon entering town. A bull elk playing in the brush, while a cow elk cooled in the lake. We came to a quick stop for another elk to cross the street, hop the fence, and enjoy the perfectly manicured grass of a golf course fairway. Clearly, he didn't read the sign that only golfers were allowed on the course. Now, a day behind schedule, we had to keep moving through Estes Park despite our desires to stay and explore. We were determined to reach Yellowstone by that afternoon. We powered through most of Wyoming, stopping in Laramie for lunch. Lucky us, we discovered Altitude Brewery in downtown. After a delicious sandwich and yet another taster tray, I decided I needed more of their seasonal Pumpkin Ale. We walked out with a growler. Where to stash more beer, as we had picked up a few beer souvenirs at some of the other breweries? After a day of hard driving across Wyoming, we decided to stop for dinner and stay overnight in Dubois, just an hour outside the park. We didn't want to drive through the Grand Tetons and part of Yellowstone in the dark, so thought it would be better to leave from Dubois first thing in the morning. We stayed at a cute motel that was comprised little log cabins. They even had a horse corral.

The stunning view of Aspens turning colours and the Grand Tetons from Jackson Lake

After a good night's rest, we were on the road headed to the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone. End of September is a phenomenal time to visit both parks. All the trees were on fire with yellows and reds. The Tetons were lightly dusted with snow at the very peak of the mountains. We soaked up the stunning views and moved on to Yellowstone with high hopes to see some animals. Another benefit to traveling to Yellowstone in the late fall is the far less traffic you have to deal with as compared to the summer. Less people. More animals. We drove the south loop of the park and enjoyed the scenery. Then headed to a Yellowstone must- Old Faithful. We waited about an hour for eruption. I got terrible video, but some great photos. It was definitely worth the wait. The rest of the afternoon was spent driving around checking out other geysers, including the Grand Prismatic Geyser, and I got my first glimpse of a bison herd. At one of the stops we encountered two people and their van with a gnome strapped on top. They were fellow bloggers tracking their travels: onthegoodroad.com. Late afternoon we got our tent set up and then headed back to the lodge for dinner. How appropriate that Bobby and I camped on our one year anniversary! Our first date was a camping trip in Oregon. On our way to dinner, we were held up in a bison traffic jam! A herd was crossing the road and held up quite a few cars. One buffalo came within a couple of feet from our car. Too bad our camera died and the iPhone photos didn't come out that great due to the low lighting. At night we were lulled to sleep by the sounds of elk calling to each other. What an amazing sound to hear in the wild.

Bobby watching Old Faithful erupt

Close up of a bison, he was mere feet away!

Grand Prismatic Geyser

The next morning was spent exploring the northern part of the park. We spotted several elk, more bison, and to our delight a black bear. We ended up getting within 150 yards of the bear while he ate and scratched his back on a tree. He did not seem to care one way or the other if we were there. Probably the closest I'll ever get to a bear- what an incredible experience! At the very northern part of Yellowstone, we spotted a few sheep on the rocks. Another animal off our checklist! The only animal we did not see was a moose. We took the North Entrance out of the park and headed into Montana, stopping in Bozeman for lunch. Bozeman has a fantastic little main street with lots of streetside cafes, shops, and galleries. We decided that Montana is

definitely on our list to return and explore more of. Over lunch we chose make the beeline home in one day. We were tired and it was now day five of being on the road. We only had one remaining stop to make- Big Sky Brewery in Missoula. Squeezing in just 30 minutes before they closed, we sampled four beers and bought yet another growler to add to our collection. This particular growler was filled with Moose Drool Brown. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. We blew through the rest of Montana and into Idaho. We wound through mountain roads with switchbacks and s-turns, the kind of driving the Mini was built to do. We finally stopped in Cour d'Alene, Idaho for dinner and to watch the remaining few minutes of the Oregon Ducks game. It was back in to the car for another 7 hours after the Ducks' victory. At long last we arrived home in Albany at 430am. I don't even remember my head hitting the

pillow. Only to awake a mere three hours later by four dogs demanding our attention and space on the bed.

2, 478 miles traveled

It's good to be here.

Times Ten At Top Chef Challenge!

Fort Worth, TX Magazine put on their own version of Top Chef Challenge on Thursday. Times Ten was the exclusive wine provider for the event. So, Dustin and I attended the competition to answer any questions there may be regarding the wine, and more importantly, snag some good food! We had a blast watching the chefs create their masterpieces. The secret ingredient was a rack of lamb; the savory smells wafting throughout the showroom were quite inticing. And lucky us, not only did tons of guests drink our wine, but we spotted two of the chefs sipping our Cab throughout the competition. They just so happened to be the top two qualifying chefs- coincidence? I think not!

We are so excited to see Chef Blaine and Chef Donnatella can do in the final round!

Donnatella imbibes a glass of x10 Cab while hard at work

Winners' Circle...cheers!

Fun WIth Bottling

After two exhausting days of bottling this week, our warehouse is filling up. We now have 8 pallets of 2007 Cabernet Sauvignon and 5 pallets of 2007 Merlot. Our good friend Jimmy Jenkins at Fort Worth Screen Printing dropped by to check out the organized chaos. Using his handy dandy iPhone, he put together a great little video of the bottling process. You can also see Andrew's OSHA stretches on our Facebook page- always a good laugh. Oh! And we're always looking for volunteers for our next bottling!

Ten Times the Wine!

I am so pleased to announce that we have finally started production here at Times Ten Fort Worth! We brought in 2007 Cabernet Sauvignon and 2007 Merlot from California.

Before any juice could touch our tanks, we had to scrub the inside of the tanks to ensure that they were free of anything detrimental to the wine. Bill, who helps Chris out in our cellar, did a great job getting those tanks squeaky clean. Dustin and I arrived early to sanitize the hoses so that everything that the wine came in contact with was safe.

Chris and Dustin hook up the pump

A huge tanker truck rolled up and had to squeeze down our back alley. It was pretty interesting to see a semi fit between freshly laid cement and a tree. Fortunately, he made it- thanks to years of experience. We hooked up our hoses and let the wine flow!

Truck driving skills at their finest

Opening up the valve. Yay wine!

Quality assurance

More quality assurance by Steve

Dustin and Chris enjoy some of the Cab

The fun part of wine making. Cleaning!

After everything was pumped into the tanks it was time to clean up. I showed off my squeegee skills that I picked up at Benton-Lane.

Bottling commences next week. It's hard labour, but good times are always had.

Fun With Wine: Barreled Down

Well, Harvest 2009 is long over and I have been remiss to write a wrap up post. So, at last I will finish the story of my time in Oregon.

The last couple of weeks were spent pressing the red wine and digging out tanks. All of the juice goes straight to a juice pan, but there is plenty left in the tank. Someone has to jump in the man-door and scoop out with a food grade shovel all the skins and seeds. Oh, and you're being timed. You have to wear a harness with a rope attached in case you pass out from CO2 overexposure, they can pull you out. But, it shouldn't ever get to that point, as you are wearing a CO2 monitor on your chest and the top is being ventilated by a fan, pulling the carbon dioxide out of the tank. I jumped in and scooped out one of the juiciest tanks there were- lucky me. See me up to my knees in grapes below!

Once everything in the tank has been pressed, a hose is hooked up to a pump, which is in turn hooked up to the barrel filler. Armed with a flashlight and a keen eye for precision, each barrel is filled to the maximum capacity, allowing a little room for stirring. Each barrel gets a thorough scrubbing with hot water (or cold if it is a brand new barrel) using the pressure washer hooked up to a handy-dandy barrel cleaner attachment. They have tools for everything! Once the barrel is sparkling clean and dry, they are rolled over to be facing exactly upright and exactly in line. Once, stacked 12, 14, 20 high, the stack will lean if this is not spot on. It would take me an hour just to do a few rows. Tedious, yes. Fun, no.

Callista moves on to the next barrel with the barrel filler, while Chris tops each one off

Chris fills the barrels with Pinot Blanc

Callista sits atop a barrel to get a better vantage point

Now that everything had been barreled down there was little to nothing left for us interns to do. So, the number dwindled down to three. My dear friends Callista, AC, and Kim. They cleaned up, organized, and stored everything away for next year's cellar rats. And I heard from a reliable source, Kim, that First Class 2008 was bottled just a few weeks ago. Can't wait to taste that out of the bottle- it was phenomenal in the barrel!

I will send out a post when 2009 is released so you can purchase some of my hard work! It was a great year for Willamette Valley and knowing the people I worked with, it will be one stellar wine.

Tis The Season!

A relatively new tradition has popped up in my house these last several years. I play an animated video of Santa and his reindeer singing "White Christmas" incessantly. Thought I would share the wealth this holiday season. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

White Christmas - Celebrity bloopers here

Fun With Wine: Week 2

In my last post I failed to mention my commute. Since the winery is situated in the Willamette Valley, I see the sunrise silhouetting the Cascades every morning on my way to work. If I'm lucky and get off work before dark, I see the sunset behind the Coast Range on the way home. It makes the drive so much more pleasant to be able to examine the varying shades of tangerine and dusky blue in the sky. The fog here is pretty incredible too. It rolls, rises, and settles, whispering around bends. Just a couple of days ago the fog rested over the entire vineyard. You could only see but the first couple of rows. The leaves on the vines have already changed to vivid yellows and browns, so they were an outstanding contrast to the soft grey of the fog. Working in the winery, I watch the changes in the vineyard throughout the day. The fog and rain hover over the property in the morning, but then the sun comes out and burns off

any sign of precipitation, and produce a beautiful fall sunset.

Me in punch down land

Our winemaker Chris filling barrels

Speaking of work, I have been pulling some insane hours the last couple of weeks. On average, my days last 12-14 hours. And during those days, I am involved in intense manual labour. We harvested the entire 140 acre vineyard in under two weeks, making for very close quarters in the cellar. Absolutely all the tanks and large pots of juice are fermenting at once. All of it requires constant care. We have three sessions a day of punch downs and Pulse Airs. Punch downs are a gentle way of pushing the cap (made of grape skins and seeds) down under the juice, keeping the cap moist and homogenizing anything added to the wine, i.e. tannins, yeast. Pulse Airs are used on the tanks to achieve the same results as punch downs. We use a wand that is injected into the racking valves of the tanks to push air up through the juice and over the cap. We've also started filling barrels of pressed pinot noir, which means we also have to clean barrels. Cleaning and filling barrels is an all day process that we've been working on all of this week. Each day we press more tanks and pots of wine that is ready for aging. In the next few weeks, everything will be out of the cellar and in barrels, awaiting the perfect time to be released.

Fermenting juice does not like to be stirred. This is what happens when you make a tank angry

But for now, it is a true work out ensuring that all the wine work is completed each day. I now have a voracious appetite, eating breakfast, two lunches, and sometimes two dinners daily. I haven't eaten like this since I was in high school athletics. Great to be able to eat anything and everything without gaining an ounce again! The hard part will be when I have to return to my normal diet once I am back home.

And home is now only a month away. I am officially half way through my internship. The long hours have pushed me to the brink, and I can see how why this is only a seasonal job. I can already feel myself burning out, and will be ready for some down time when I return to Dallas.

The Beauty of Oregon

The gorgeous coastline

Sea lions are too cute!

Over the past couple of weeks I have seized the few days I had off from the winery to explore Oregon. My first trip was to the Oregon coast. Having spent years living on the Florida beaches, this was quite a departure from the land of sun worshippers and dolphins. As I decended down the cliff, the wind whipped about, requiring that I keep my jacket on. As I made my way across the beach, I gave close inspection to the sea anemones in the tidepools. I looked for whales, without luck. After spending time enjoying the ocean, I headed to the town of Newport. The sea lions were in full symphony on the pier. I easily passed thirty minutes watching one sea lion try to find a spot to sunbathe. He was clearly on the bottom of the totem pole, as no one would allow him to ascend onto the deck. Another sea lion sneezed on his neighbor and that was enough to motivate me to move on. A stroll through the seaside downtown ended with a short drive to the Rogue Brewer's on the Bay, their world headquarters. A path through the fermenting tanks leads you to a pub that overlooks the bay. A tasting flight of four and a huge angus beef burger comprised lunch- discovering a few new favourite beers. The sunny weather was gorgeous, but I hear watching a storm roll in off the water is pretty incredible too.

Detroit Lake, about 30 minutes from Bagby

I can't get over the enormity of the trees out here

The hand-carved logs that serves as baths at the hot springs

Another day off was spent at Bagby Hot Springs, close to Bend. The drive was absolutely breathtaking. Being that it was the end of September, the trees were starting to show their colours. Several winding backroads and a few u-turns, I found the hot springs tucked away in Mt. Hood National Forest. I managed to set up the tent at the riverside campsite and made the mile and a half hike to the hot springs itself. It was a rustic and beautiful setting. The private rooms each have a hand carved log in which a faucet pours in 138 degree water. You can regulate the temperature with buckets of cold water. It took me a while, but finally got the temperature just right. Sliding into the tub with a glass of wine was just what the doctor ordered. I was so sore from the hard labour I had put in at the winery. I eventually was able to convince myself to go back to my tent after two hours of soaking. The next morning I slept in until 145pm! (I know, gross.) A combination of the rain on the trees and the babbling of the river gave strong argument to stay in bed a while longer. That afternoon I made a second trek to the hot springs, this time checking out the tubs outside. It was so nice to look at the trees and listen to nature while having another soak. I did not want to leave, but had to make it back to Eugene for work the next morning. If you're ever in Oregon, I highly recommend making the trip out to Bagby.

Japanese Gardens entrance

Sarah and Allen pose in the rain

Sarah's condo building!

This past weekend I got to spend time with my friends Sarah and Allen. They live nearby in Dallas, so I was happy to see familiar faces from home. Sarah used to live in Portland, and was in town to finalize her architect registration paperwork. We had something to celebrate! We spent Friday evening with some of her old friends- Andrea was a fabulous host! Upon arriving at the hotel, we requested a cot. Turns out the hotel doesn't provide those, so we all crammed into one bed. Needless to say, I was toasty all evening. Saturday was dedicated to seeing Portland. Breakfast was devoured at the Doug Fir, a very cool Skylab Architecture project. We explored the Japanese Gardens in the rain- very relaxing. Touring around Portland more, Sarah showed us one of the buildings she designed. So neat to see your friend's work as part of a cityscape! We did some quick shoe shopping and I left them back at the hotel. Seeing my friends in a city they know and love was a great way to spend my weekend.

Hoping to explore more of this beautiful state when I get more vacation days. In the mean time, you'll find me at Benton-Lane!

Fun With Wine: Week 1

The view of the winery from the road

The vineyard with mountains as a backdrop

Benton-Lane pinot barrel

I hit the ground running my first week of my internship at Benton-Lane Winery. Out of 150 applicants, I, along with seven colleagues, was selected to pull crazy hours, get sticky and wet, haul hoses, and play with wine.

The crushpad prepped and ready for the first fruit

On our first day, there was a major awe factor when touring the facilities. They have some of the biggest and best equipment and lots of it! Boasting, 15 stainless steel tanks, a bladder press, pulse air, and so many other fun toys, Benton-Lane is truly state of the art. We sat down for an overview of the winery, our job, and met the winemaker Chris Mazepink and cellarmaster Howie Opatowsky. After orientation and a tour, we had a kick off lunch with a wine tasting and made our own pizzas with the on-site wood burning oven! We also enjoyed some local beer and spent time getting to know each other. Turns out, I'm in the minority for not making my own wine or brewing my own beer. I'm working with fermentation junkies! Not only will I learn a lot from this internship, but from my co-workers.

Making my own pie

With a few days of serious cleaning and ramping up for harvest under our belts, we set up for the first fruit. The first grapes to arrive was the winemaker's personal pinot noir from a neighboring vineyard. We only had to process a few tonnes, so it was a fairly light day. Processing entails sorting, destemming, and crushing the fruit. Sorting is probably the least laborious position, but it certainly is dirty! Earwigs are all over the grapes and they end up in your clothes and hair. I found them in my hair and jacket after I got home- gross! The pinot gris also arrived, which was dumped straight into the press as whole berries. Clean up wasn't terrible and we got used to how a typical day will play out. A couple more days of prep and incoming fruit, all leading up to Monday, which promised to be a huge day. Saturday we scrubbed tanks from the inside, pictures of me doing this soon to come, and we racked the pinto gris. Racking is a clarifying procedure where we pump the wine from one tank to another sloughing off the top layer of peanut butter like liquid. While doing this, I had Howie the cellarmaster shout out score updates on the UT football game. Such a Monday came quickly; we processed 65 tonnes of pinot noir in one day! It was the biggest day in the cellar since the winery opened. I was on the evening shift, so wine work was my responsibility. I learned how to do pump overs. Pump overs take the juice out from under the cap of seeds and skins and pump it back on top. This is essentially like stirring, helping to homogenize the wine especially after additives have been introduced. I love doing punch downs (which is another way to "stir" the wine), so I was equally excited to do pump overs. And it got me out of cleaning!

Bobby and I were tasked for sanitizing the sorting line... job well done!

Another fun thing I participated in was forklift training and test. Had they seen my driving record, I doubt they would have let me on that machine! I need a few more practice rounds, but I was getting the hang of it and managed to pass the test.

Still can't believe they let me behind the wheel!

I magically got a day off last week and seized the opportunity to head to the coast. It is absolutely gorgeous! I spent some time on the beach, checked out the tidepools, visited Newport, said hello to the sea lions, and did a beer flight at Rogue Brewery on the Bay. All in all, a great day off, especially since those are few and far between. The weather is about to turn rainy, so I was happy to get the beach in while it was still sunny.

We had today off due to a 70% chance of rain, can't pick in the rain, so I've taken the time to catch up on all the emails and phone calls I've been neglecting, as well as laundry and errands.

This coming week is proving to be a very busy one and packed in with lots of things to learn. As we get all the fruit in from the 140 acre vineyard, we will be more focused on wine work, fermentation, and eventually transferring to barrels. I'm also helping a fellow intern out with harvesting some of his fruit for his own wine this Sunday. The calendar says it will be a harvest moon! So for now, I am living, breathing, and of course, drinking wine!

More updates to come whenever I get another day off! In the interim, you can see my photos on Flickr.

MINI Goes West: The New Oregon Trail

3006 miles across the country, a relocation from Dallas, TX to Eugene, OR. Some other stats: 7 states. 5 days. 2 friends. 1 Mini Cooper.

Day 1: I pick up my friend Kevin with the Mini packed to the brim- barely enough room for his pack. We set the trip odometer to 0 and snapped a quick photo of the odometer at 11,139 to commemorate the start of a cross-country road trip. After many errands around Dallas, we finally head out of town.

Blazing our trail all the way across the Texas border, we powered through West Texas and barely crossed the border to stop in Las, Cruces for the night. We waved hello to Cathedral Mountain Vineyard as we blew by the turn off.

Day 2 was just as grueling, checking New Mexico and Arizona off our list. We stopped for a few hours in Phoenix to say hello to Kevin's Phoenix office and see a project he worked on last year. Pretty cool to see the sports complex he designed, better yet, it was for the White Sox! Back on the road we made it just north of LA, me pointing out the famous attractions from the highway.

Day 3: Feeling refreshed and finally a much less ambitious agenda, we wind our way up the coast to Santa Barbara. There is something so relaxing about spending time oceanside. A very chill afternoon spent in town was topped with camping on the beach at El Capitan. We loaded up with campfire supplies and had a delicious dinner made by grillmaster Kevin. You know you're living the good life when you get to sit on the rocks, drink a beer, and watch the sunset.

The next morning it was hard to leave our sweet spot, but we had big plans for day 4. Stopping by the Foxen Canyon Wine Trail, just north of Santa Barbara, absolutely made my day. I was like a kid in a candy store with the litany of wineries to choose from. Koehler was our first stop and a home run. Had some fabulous wines at Fess Parker, and bought Kevin their signature coon hat wine bottle cozy. They look like a rat on your wine, but I thought was too funny and a good thank you gift for sharing in the driving. The last winery we grabbed meats and cheeses for lunch, drove out to a pier and had lunch on the beach. Continuing up the coast, we would have been remiss to not take Hwy 1, despite the extra time it takes to navigate the windy road. Kevin had a blast driving my standard through the crazy switchbacks and stunning scenery. Mini was in her element. In fact, we all were. That part of the country boasts some of the best that nature has to offer. We also briefly stopped in Big Sur for me to pay homage to Kerouac. Thanks to our diversion, we didn't roll into San Francisco until 9pm. We meet Kevin's friend Jason at a pub and I ordered a Widmer, then Anchor Steam, although the Anchor Steam was originally planned to be the first pint. Think local. Drink local.

Day 5 was spent being tourists around San Francisco. We hit the major highlights, but by late afternoon we were sunburnt and tired. Kevin's friends Jason and Katie were participating in Park(ing) Day, so we gave up on sightseeing to go hang out in their parking spot park. I could not think of a better way to experience San Francisco! The evening was spent in The Mission, exploring the edgy part of town's nightlife. I totally dig SF; it is now officially on my list of places to live.

The morning of day 6 we planned for another long day of driving. Mapped out was a haul up the coast for nine hours to Eugene. Along the way, we wanted to see more of the coastline and drive through the Avenue of the Giants. After breakfast and goodbyes, we parted with friends and San Francisco, heading out of town on the Golden Gate Bridge- so surreal! Of course, we could not bypass Sonoma, so another round of wine tastings were in order. We stopped by a few, including Fianza and Cline. Stopping only briefly for In n' Out, then to check out the sea lions, we surged onward into wooded Northern California. It was now getting dark, and we wanted to take the time to appreciate the Redwoods. A joint consensus was arrived to stop for the night and camp in the forest. Lo and behold, we pick a private campsite that is hosting a family reunion with a live band! It was too perfect, we had camping with live entertainment. A great last evening in California.

Day 7 we said adios to California and crossed into Oregon. We took the 30 mile detour through the Avenue of the Giants. A great decision on our part to see them in daylight. We stopped to take photos and hug a few trees. Amazing that some are over 2000 years old! We also took the time to drive through a carved out tree- I folded my mirrors in just in case. Even though the environment is very different from the ocean, there is a tremendous beauty in the forests of the Northwest. Most of the drive was spent with our jaws agape. With hills that appeared to be a sea of trees and sweeping turns, Mini enjoyed the drive as well. We finally reached our final destination in the early evening. Kevin had a midnight flight out of Portland back home, so I drove him to the train station, where we would part ways. Turns out the trains stop running

out of Eugene very early on Sundays, so we got back in the car and sped up Hwy 5 to Portland

International Airport. A quick photo op and a hug, we ended our travels together. I raced home to my new apartment in Eugene and crashed for the night. The next morning started a new chapter for me. I was beginning my winemaking internship at Benton-Lane.

My odometer read 14145 miles, marking the end of the best road trip ever.