I’m a sucker for a magnificent vineyard. From Burgundy (Romanée-Conti) to Tuscany (Tignanello) to Red Mountain (Ciel du Cheval) and beyond, I have been blessed to walk, occasionally run and, frequently, taste wines in the confines of epic vineyards. For me it is like a pilgrimage to set foot in, and kick the dirt of, the famed vineyards that produce the world’s great wines. So this past spring, it was with abundant anticipation that I turned my car off Coast Highway 1 from the Sonoma Coast and onto a tiny, winding, two-lane road leading skyward to the Camp Meeting Ridge Vineyard.
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