So here it is…MY VINEYARD LANTIS…well, that is, as soon as escrow closes. But it’s going to happen very, very, very soon. A change in homesite was FINALLY approved and now we just have to dig for some water, construct a well…and then it’s mine. ALL MINE!
If you look all the way to the back of those really tall trees…that’s the Northern perimeter of the property. YES, WAY BACK THERE! It will be from these hills that I will chase after and hopefully capture the perfect Pinot Noir. Fingers-crossed. Lots of prayers.
Now use your imagination people, this is raw, virgin land that was recently logged and is soon to see grapes. Exciting isn’t it?
Imagine some acres of Pinot Noir right over there…all divided into perfect little vineyard blocks according to soil type…
A little smidgen of Riesling over here…
And yes let’s not forget a little sprinkle of Pinot Gris and Pinot Blanc over there…can you picture it? Can you? Actually, I can’t either but I’m trying very, very hard. My imagination is working overtime to envision rows and rows of vines in majestic magnificence but there is something about all the weeds, tree stumps and poison oak around here that makes all of this seem eminently nonsensical.
But then I see the hooligans, and all of this, all of this dirt, this labor of love is for them, their future. I want to pass on to them a family business centered in tradition with a beautiful lifestyle… but then their complaining begins…
The child with his eyes closed is currently uber-whining about the sunlight in his eyes and the other child obviously has to go to the bathroom.
After this shot they left me running and screaming back to the car because they were so freaked out about the bees and nature sounds in general. They said they cannot live here unless I get rid of the bees. Yeah, whatever. They’ve been in the city too long.
Imagine a little boutique winery right over there…with a fireplace, and a tasting bar…with a giant picture window…and me telling highly entertaining stories about the ebb and flow of the wine business. I know you will all come visit and we’ll reminisce about how you knew this land when it was barren…nothing…deserted…empty and pimped out in poison oak. We’ll talk about how I make the best Pinot Noir in the free world and how lucky you are to have found me so many years prior on the internet.
And there goes the Wild Boar up to one of the higher points of the property. He wanted to roll down this hill but I wouldn’t let him. I said that would be childish. He did it anyway.
And whoever said Oregon wasn’t sunny? Who? It’s stinkin’ magnificent, don’t ya think! See all that tree stump debris…yeah we’ll be burning it. I never in my whole life thought I would live anywhere where you could just burn trees and trash and all that jazz but here it is, my burning oasis.
Pinch me…could it be more pastoral, more beautiful and more perfectly terrifying? I’ve never lived anywhere rural before. NEVER. I’m used to stores, stores and more stores. Right next to me. At all times. I might have a break down with all this fresh air.
And right down there, way down there… is the main road where we will build our home, in complete isolation from the rest of the planet. Oh geez, my palms are sweating…god I hope they have the INTERNET here!! Ahhhhhhh! (That was a scream).
Oh look the precocious one decided to get out of the car.
“Honey! HONEY! Where are your arms? Where are they!!”
At least we will be close to the Oregon coast…well, sort of, in a thirty-mile sort of way…
Which is a lot closer than I am now…Yippee!
Willamette Valley, here I come.