Waking up every morning to bright warm sun never gets old. That’s not just a San Franciscan talkin. I grew up in Sunnyvale, which really lives up to its name most of the year. But this weather is very inspiring. I look forward to morning hikes in and around the ranch. It’s a pretty bucolic hood, though without sidewalks or pavement. I pass an alpaca farm and many other horse ranches; yet, I’m really the only person I see out walking. It seems the best and cheapest exercise to me but nobody else appears to agree. A few days ago a truck pulled over and the driver asked me if I needed a lift.

More from my appellation adventures in this region.