Clearly we spend a great deal of time roaming the vineyards, and who can blame us? The views in all directions are spectacular, and the only sounds are from the rustling of vines or tree branches. Plus, walking up the hill is great exercise first thing in the morning!

Up the street we go. Please tell me that the leaves aren’t changing color already?

A guard pony?
Rarely are we alone, but it’s never crowded, either. 
I patiently await Clayton Theodore’s direction.  After all, he takes his vineyard romps very seriously.
Seems he’s in the mood for red wine.