{"id":1595,"date":"2017-06-04T17:42:57","date_gmt":"2017-06-05T00:42:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1595"},"modified":"2017-06-04T17:42:57","modified_gmt":"2017-06-05T00:42:57","slug":"wide-eyed-with-wonder-at-the-sights","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1595","title":{"rendered":"Wide-eyed with wonder at the sights"},"content":{"rendered":"

Who can forget their first view of the Golden Gate Bridge? Or their first visit to California\u2019s wine country. A breathlessly enthusiastic October 1967 letter to my New Zealand parents about a one-day excursion offers this immigrant\u2019s impressions.<\/p>\n

…We finally got away about ten, and headed north on the Nimitz Freeway, which runs up the east side of San Francisco Bay, past Oakland and Berkeley. Our destination was the Napa Valley, which is at the northern end of the bay. This is one of the most important wine growing districts of California, specialising mainly in dry wines similar to those of the Rhine Valley in Germany. A lovely day, and the air in the valley so crisp and clear \u2013 a pleasant change after the usual hazy smog of this valley. We went up through Napa itself \u2013 interesting little market town, with houses very reminiscent of New Zealand colonial architecture. We got a bit lost getting through the town, which made it more interesting \u2013 back streets are always more interesting than the usual bypass highway. <\/em><\/p>\n

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Old Milk of Magnesia bottle<\/p><\/div>\n

Our first stop was at Yountville \u2013 just a tiny hamlet with a huge old winery building, now disused, and converted into an art centre \u2013 fascinating little booths selling antiques, objets d\u2019art, etc. One of the latest crazes here is digging up old bottles and other trash from the old mining towns \u2013 some of these fetching fantastic sums in such markets! We sat on the terrace of a little caf\u00e9 nearby and had coffee and watched the vineyards and the hills. The caf\u00e9 used to be the old Wells Fargo stage stop, now converted. We then took a side road across to the other road that runs up the valley, the Silverado Trail \u2013 very quiet and empty, and beautiful scenery. The valley is long and narrow, with mountains on either side, and vineyards covering the flat valley floor. We stopped off by a dry river bed to have our lunch, then went on to visit a winery. We chose Beaulieu, a fairly small one, where the emphasis is on quality rather than mass-production. It was rather nice, too, in that it was not at all touristised, unlike another that we stopped at later \u2013 a German one, with a replica of the family home on the Rhine \u2013 a fantastic German high Gothic mansion, entirely over-run with tourists and touristy gimmicks. By contrast, the reception and tasting room at Beaulieu was a simple stone building under plane trees, very simply and sparsely furnished with red brick floor and wooden benches. We were taken on a tour of the winery \u2013 wonderful aromatic smell of the freshly picked grapes going through the crushers, and the coolness, and row upon row of vast redwood settling tanks, some of them holding up to 20,000 gallons.<\/em><\/p>\n

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The House of Happy Walls at Jack London State Park. Image from http:\/\/sandysbitsandplaces.com<\/p><\/div>\n

We took an interesting route home \u2013 partly because David [our four-year-old] has been breaking his neck to go over the Golden Gate Bridge. We climbed up the mountains on the west side of Napa \u2013 magnificent panoramic view of the valley floor \u2013 then dropped down the other side into Sonoma Valley at Glen Ellen, another tiny sleep hamlet, with even some original log cabin buildings. Near Glen Ellen is Jack London\u2019s ranch, now a state park. None of us knew much about Jack London, but found it a delightful place to have a picnic tea, then walked up a little path through the trees to a revelation of a house. It was built by his widow of big fieldstones found in the grounds, as a memorial to him, and now used as a museum. From the odds scraps of manuscripts that were there I was quite impressed by his style. Probably you know more about him than we do. He died in 1916, wrote during the early 1900\u2019s, \u201cThe Call of the Wild,\u201d and \u201cThe Cruise of the Snark\u201d among others. But that house was just wonderful, especially the exterior \u2013 I have never seen a place that so perfectly fitted into its surroundings.<\/em><\/p>\n

The sun was going down as we drifted down the Sonoma \u2013 the Indian name means \u2018valley of the moon\u2019 \u2013 making the layers of hills distinct in different tones of gold. Over a few more hills into Marin County, past the gay houseboats in the artists\u2019 colony of Sausalito, then suddenly, there was the most extraordinary view, just over the crest of a hill. Just below us the huge red towers of the Golden Gate Bridge, and across the water the skyline of downtown San Francisco, all pink and pastel in the setting sun. The huge golden sun was dropping slowly into the waters of the Pacific as we drove across the bridge, and by the time we had got through S.F. it was dark, with car headlights making thick ribbons of light on the freeway interchanges.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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