Children of the Grape
It all started years ago on a bright October day in Apple Hill, Eldorado County California. A weekend of fall fun in the gold country involving some craft fair shopping, apple pie buying, and wine tasting. While heading from pie tasting to wine tasting, a couple of us heard we were going to the craft fair first, then wine tasting. I guess we were wrong.
We found a killer parking spot, very close to the craft fair, much further away from the winery as we were to discover. I should also mention there is poor to no cell service in this area. We waited…
Not seeing the other car after waiting awhile, we Scooby Doo’ed that they went to winery first. A quick discussion and we were agreed, we were not giving up this parking spot. We would walk. We had seen the sign, how far could it be? That far and further…
At some point while walking down the gravel road we decided to save some steps by cutting through the vineyard. We gained some time yet left our souls among the grapes waiting to be harvested. Grapevines clung to us, tugging at our hair and clothes, pulling and trying to drag us deeper and deeper into the dark interior of the vineyard.
As we struggled with the vines and broke into the clear with the sunlight reflecting off of the Madrona Vineyards sign we felt we were transformed, much as the children in Stephen King’s Children of the Corn had been, and we were now the Children of the Grape.
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