The engine of our economy car was buzzing as we made our way out of San Francisco at 2am Pacific time. Todd and I had been going for 26 hours by the time we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. It was magnificent to my sleepy eyes. A warm peace fell upon me when we finally turned down Millerick Road to the Larson Winery and into the driveway of the Captain’s House. The cozy farm house oozing of history and tradition of Sonoma is our residence for the next 5 days. I woke up this morning like a child at Christmas, after 5 hours of hard sleep to a loud “BAAAH!” Hungry goats and sheep were ready for their breakfast and so was I. The clouds and rain departed and the sun warmed the day, welcoming me to my first California experience. Todd and I took a quick spin though the quaint township for some egg burritos and cream for our coffee. Palm trees like giant fluffy umbrellas tower over the Spanish mission and courthouse, reminding me of Florida’s St. Augustine. Rolling hills of evergreens and Eucalyptus trees guard the flat rows of vines. The terrior is truly unique, as Steinbeck described Salinas valley, but even more beautiful here. Green grows all year, but for a few Bradford Pears of a bright red and the vines in their rows whose grapes have been harvested. I have escaped the Eastern Fall for a few days and watch willow branches sway in the wind, leaning over the river where I write. I hope to meet Tom Larson and his family today and express my earnest enjoyment of their place in this western world of wine.