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Adventures Along the Pinot Trail, Part 2

“Just south of Buellton, we angled off at the Santa Rosa exit and turned west onto a narrow one-lane shoulderless road. Vineyards bloomed into view, leafed out and dappled in autumn hues of yellow, ochre, and rust. On closer inspection, we could make out grape bunches drooping from the trellised, gnarled vines, the harvest imminent. We were at the foot of the Santa Ynez Mountains, imposing hills carpeted in native grasses and dotted with gnarled oaks. After L.A., with its incessant automotive noise, putrid air, and constant congestion, the vista was positively invigorating.”

Miles, in Sideways, by Rex Pickett

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