(Note: This is the third in a series of posts about my trip to Amador County, during which I parked my Airstream trailer at Cooper Vineyards for four days. I still have more posts to complete, so stay tuned for more winery reports. Click on any photo to enlarge it; if you’d like to comment, I’d love to hear from you.)
Perhaps I was an hour early; maybe he was late, but as I leaned against my truck in the parking lot of Jeff Runquist’s Amador winery and tasting room before its Saturday morning opening time, I sipped on a hot latte and tried to figure out the future of the huge concrete pad on the adjacent lot, obviously destined for a stand-up steel structure of some sort.
Anyone driving past could easily assume this unfinished construction project was simply an under-capitalized wine dream gone bust; another mournful casualty of an overactive vision crashing head on into the reality of an economy gone south. But they would be wrong, because this is Jeff Runquist we’re talking about—his property, his project, his next big move.
I made my appointment to chat with Jeff through his wine broker, so I wasn’t surprised when he failed to show. He lives next door, though, on a large parcel choked with out-buildings, so I wasn’t worried. And sure enough, his wife, Margie appeared and told me she was unaware that I was coming, even though she screens the more than 100 emails he receives daily.
Margie said that she and Jeff had been working on assembling a puzzle that had kept them busy until 10 p.m. the night before. So who needs a Wii in Amador? Soon enough, Jeff made his short commute to the tasting room, carrying a clear, unmarked bottle, probably a preview sample of one of his new brews.
Read More Post a comment (0)(Note: This is the second in a series of posts about my trip to Amador County, during which I parked my Airstream trailer at Cooper Vineyards for four days. I still have two more posts to complete, so stay tuned for more winery reports. Click on any photo to enlarge it; if you’d like to comment, I’d love to hear from you.)
Choosing my first stop ever traveling on the Vintage Highway was something in which I invested a lot of thought. Visiting Amador first was an easy decision because of all the AVAs in California, I truly feel welcomed and at home in the Shenandoah Valley. In terms of physical, natural beauty at all times of year, it competes with any wine region. And the wines produced there are stellar, as are the people. . . typically of hardy stock, ranchers whose ancestors farmed everything from hay to prunes to walnuts in addition to planting the early vineyards. These people are genuine and honest and display and ingrained work ethic that makes me feel like I really need to kick into a higher gear.
My icebreaker choice was Renwood Winery on Steiner Rd., a narrow country lane lined with owner-operated wineries and, directly across the street from what is widely acknowledged as the most celebrated of all zinfandel sources in California, the Original Grandpère vineyard owned by Terri Harvey. It had been years since I had tasted a Renwood wine, so it seemed like a reasonable place to start.
There is a back story, however, and it explains why my shop has never developed a relationship with Renwood: First, in the very early days of launching Carpe Vino, I spent a lot of time exploring the Sierra Foothills AVA because our strategy was to focus on our own appellation—even though, quite frankly, the foothills was (and still is) viewed sadly as a distant second cousin to the celebrated regions of Napa and Sonoma.
My search back in 2002 took me directly to Amador, where I it seems gems could be found at every stop along the wine trail. While we were welcomed warmly wherever we went, our reception at Renwood was, to be charitable, “chilly.” In retrospect, I can understand why: Renwood is perhaps the largest producer in the county—upwards of 120,000 cases per year—and I’m sure the tasting room, overrun by 40,000+ visitors annually, deals daily with wannabees claiming to be in the wine business. Still, my less-than-civil encounter there offended my Midwest sensibilities, and, as a result, we’ve never found room for Renwood at Carpe Vino.
Read More Post a comment (0)January 29, 2010
(A note to readers: I originally planned to post a blog entry every night during my trip to Amador, but the Internet service at Cooper Vineyards was down during most of my visit. So, since some of this post was written after my return to Auburn, you’ll find references that may appear to be out of sequence.)
I’ve been thinking, planning, spending, working and scheming to get out here, and it is everything I imagined. . .at least Day One, anyway. The only limitation is time; despite my impression that my sojourns into wine country would be leisurely, it seems as though I’ve had the hammer down since I woke up Thursday morning.
Just packing up Moose, my eight-month old Italian Greyhound, is logistically complex. He’s staying with a co-worker from Carpe Vino while I’m in Amador County, my favorite sub appellation of the Sierra Foothills AVA (www.amadorwine.com). I even made a checklist: Kibble, turkey patties (he sneers at dry food), crate, baby gate, treats, dog bones, toys, leash, harness, jacket and, just in case, a spray bottle of doggie deodorizer.
Before loading my truck, I made an early morning run to Raley’s to get provisions for a dinner I’m planning Friday night with my beloved, Ellen, and our friends from Volcano, CA, Adam and Meg Gottstein. Then, it was back to the house to pack the truck before racing over to Carpe Vino to meet my son, Drew, who had agreed to help me retrieve the Airstream where I have it stored—the KOA campground on Hwy. 49 north of Auburn. We hooked up with no issues and I drove back to Old Town to drop Drew and Moose off at the shop. I parked the Airstream in front of the California Club next door, and it shone brilliantly in the early morning sun. . .no matter that much of its luster will not be revealed until I have the aircraft aluminum skin polished to perfection next month. Before heading out on for the first time on the Vintage Highway, I walked up to the Old Town Dessert Café and Reese Browning made me an extra hot latte for the road.
Read More Post a comment (0)The idea behind Vintage Highway has percolated over the last year or so as my interests in wine, traveling and cool vehicles co-mingled and marinated somewhere in the back of my head. The underlying problem was how to devise a plan that would enable me to pursue all of my interests simultaneously and legitimately on behalf of my business: Carpe Vino, a wine shop, wine bar and fine dining restaurant in Auburn, CA.
First, Some Deep Background. . .
For the last couple of years I’d been toying with the idea of purchasing a small travel trailer, but the only brand that has ever appealed to me is Airstream. Unfortunately, as far as my budget was concerned, they are simply unaffordable. An entry level Sport model can easily approach $35,000, and I was not prepared to invest that much money in something I wasn’t sure exactly how I would use.
The underlying issue, however, is I am not a camper. I am not the kind of person who embraces roughing it, though as a transplant to Northern California from Chicago, now living at 2,700 feet in the Sierra—virtually off the grid on 23 acres of tall pines—daily I feel the wonder and the sense of being small in such a remarkable place. Yet after a publishing career of incessant traveling, I have the expectation at day’s end of a fully stocked bar and great food on premises.
My true passion. . .my source of a major buzz. . .has been riding motorcycles. I’ve always had two or three in my garage, anchored by a big Harley touring bike. Since I re-entered motorcycling in 1988, I’ve owned eight, including four Harleys. Right now, I’m down to a pair bikes: a 1999 Triumph Trophy (900cc) and a 2007 Vespa LX150, which is perhaps the most fun ride I’ve ever owned. I’ve toured all over the country, but as I grew older, it became more and more challenging to stay upright for 700 miles at a pop. Last July, though, during a much anticipated trip to Paso Robles on my Harley Road King, a new reality was undeniable. As I approached 60 years of age, the miles were taking a toll.
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This blog will follow my monthly trips into wine country across California, Oregon, Washington and, some day, around the country. As the owner of Carpe Vino, a wine shop, wine bar and fine dining restaurant in Auburn, CA, I have direct access to the leading wineries and winemakers in the business. I’ll be traveling the back roads of wine country to find the true gems, small production wines made by truly passionate people. In my nightly blogs on the road, I’ll tell their stories and describe what I’ve seen, learned and tasted.