Monday, August 31, 2009

Million dollar views








Well, I've been in southern Illinois for almost three weeks now and I'm tired of the landscape. When I look out the window all I see is the flat horizon with corn fields, and some trees way off in the distance with a pale blue sky. I need contrast, damn it!

Where we live in Palisade, the views are spectacular on three sides of the property. In addition to what you see on the horizon, there's also that beautiful azure blue color of the Colorado sky that is hard to find anywhere else. Most everyone who lives in Colorado appreciates the deep blue, the color of a clear, endless sea. Your eyes are driven to find an end to the depth, but they finally just have to give up and relax. Timeless.

That Colorado blue sky complements perfectly the Bookcliff Mountains that we can see to the west and the north. If I look to the west, I look through the vineyards and see the view of Mt. Garfield. That mountain rises to an elevation just above the six thousand foot level. In respect to the local topography it is two thousand feet higher than the floor of the Grand Valley. It really gives quite a contrast. In addition to its height, the Bookcliffs are this redish sandstone color with streams of black from coal veins. The red of the range against the blue sky is what really makes it stand out. I was told the range was named by an exploring civil engineer that thought the mountains looked like a stack of books. I think it looks more like the lucious folds of a velvet tablecloth on a table. To each their own.

To the north, the Book Cliffs peek out of the canyon formed by the Colorado river. There is a slight smaller mountain called Mt. Anderson that pokes its head up. And the cliff contrast is still just as stunning. The morning and evening shadows are an artist's fantasy. The shadows with the sunset skies are dreamy. The stark contrast of barren cliffs towering over the green growth of Palisade makes everyone appreciate the view. Many a photographer tries to capture the essence of what they see here. You can't not be moved by the vision.

Then to the east is our view 0f the Grand Mesa. It is five thousand feet higher than Mt. Garfield, attaining a height of eleven thousand feet above sea level. The Grand Mesa deserves the title GRAND by virtue of its own merit. It is the largest flat topped mountain in the world, and lies to the south and the east of Mount Garfield. I love looking up the mountain and still seeing the top covered with snow in July. I look out the window at the top of the Mesa and can gage what to wear for the day by its snow melt, or not. The range has a nickname of amber ridge because during a sunset, the sun's light on the barren cliffs below the Mesa produces a red glow that cannot be captured by camera. And it is gone in a few moments.

Ok, now I think I'm more homesick for the views than before. Shoot. Well on Friday I'll be back and they'll be there.

Remember Imbibe and Enjoy!

Cheap wine











I'm back from another relaxing weekend at the river off of Missouri. We did a whole lot of nothing and boy, was that fun. I joke that "What happens on the River stays on the River", but truth be told, I really just can't remember anything that happened on the River. It wasn't like I was a blubbering puddle of alcohol, it's just to say nothing really of note happened. And that is good.

Another good thing that happened was drinking that $3.59 bottle of wine. I brought a bottle of Argentinian wine, wanting to check it out. Definitely not expecting much. I was very surprised. This bottle of 30% Pinot Grigio/70% Torrentes from Lost Vineyard of Argentina is a winner. Light and fruity with a hint of kiwi (I'm serious this time, I really DID taste kiwi). The first taste on your tongue was a hint of sweet, then it moved on to kiwi, and then it finished with a lemony fade. All for under the price of a McDonald's Value Meal. A real test of a cheap wine is that killer, cheap wine hangover headache. No headache. Wow! And you can order it off of the internet for $2.99 a bottle. I'm in.

I also brought that bottle of 2005 South African Chardonnay from Storyteller winery. It was drinkable, but not very noteworthy. One of the things I did note was the initial taste of diesel. That was a little strange for that grape. It was tangy but not much else. It didn't overload you with tanginess so that was okay, but it didn't give you anything more to speak about. It is probably because of its age. A Chardonnay is normally best drunk within two years of its life. This one needed to go on to the retirement home.


Taking chances on cheap wine, I love the game!


Remember Imbibe and Enjoy!

Friday, August 28, 2009

The River and Wine









This weekend I'm going with good friends, Jan and Fred, to the River. River with a capital "R" because it's a religious routine for those two with good reason. On Friday afternoon, they strip themselves of their weekday work-laden corporate suits and don the beach clothes, but more importantly, the beach attitude. If someone was to ask me what we do there specifically, I'd respond, "Nothing."

And nothing it is, a whole bunch of nothings, but they're all trivial somethings of some sort. But one thing they're not is painting the kitchen ceiling, or mowing the grass, or cleaning the fridge. And that's why I'm really going to enjoy myself this weekend.

Of course, no weekend is complete without some beach-complimentary bottles of wine on hand. I'm bringing two bottles of white with us for the weekend, plus a good amount of beer. Both of the wines are white grape varietals. No self-respecting wine drinker would bring a heavy red to the beach, a rose maybe, but no way a Primitivo or a Cab Sav. So white it is.

My choice of purchase was very scientific. The first one I selected by price. I passed by the bottle in the Shop-n-Save, and exclaimed, "What? That price can't be right!" and put it in the cart. The second bottle I chose because I like the label. I don't know about you, but I choose a bottle by its label all the time. My method is...I normally have a grape in mind, like this weekend I knew I wanted a white, something that won't wither agianst the heat or weigh me down. Maybe a Pinot Grigio or a Fume Blanc, or it could be a light Chardonnay. And that's what I got.

The first one is a blend of Pinot Grigio and Torrontes by Lost Vineyards of Argentina, no year. Hmmm. That's kinda concerning but even if it's swill, who cares? Mix it with lots of ice cubes and you're set. When you purchase a bottle of wine for $3.59, yep....you heard me, you give it a lot of leeway.

But the price is not extremely concerning to me because when Kenny and I were "working", touring the Malbec vineyards of Mendoza, Argentina at the beginning of this year, we feasted on some great wines. And even the best wines were under $20. Most other things were comparable prices to the States, but the wines were not. So I'm going to check out this white. Here's what their website has to say about it:

"blah, blah, blah, blah.........slightly more fruity and aromatic than traditional Pinot Grigio, the addition of the highly prized Torrontes grape creates the perfect blend. This wine is everything but boring!" (https://www.lostvineyards.com/argentina/pinot.htm)

And this bottle of wine won a gold medal in the 2008 Hilton Head Area Hospitality Association Winefest.

Well, ok then! And on the internet they're selling the wine for $2.99 a bottle. Shoot! I paid 60 cents too much. Darn it! Like I said, anybody can make a good $50 bottle of wine but it takes a real master to make a $2.99 bottle of wine that you want to drink. So we'll see how it goes. The website didn't say not boring in a good way. :)

Then there's the 2005 South African Storyteller Chardonnay. I couldn't find a thing on the winery, so maybe there's no "winery" per se, but since I bought it because of the label, I will pass on the story on the label that caught my attention and solidified my purchase... "Chapter IV (looks more official) "The Sea Serpent" There once existed an imposing rock wall barrier, which had kept The Young Man of the Sea from his village bride. To claim her, the Young Man of the Sea brought with him a glittering green sea serpent. Swimming headfirst into the imposing rock, the sea serpent created a gaping hole though which the Young Man rode his ocean wave through and swooped up his bride. Upon the wave retreating....." What?! What?! Wave retreating what? The rest of the story is finished on the back of the bottle. That's why I bought this bottle. On a quality of the wine note.....

This wine did win a silver medal at the 2007 Los Angeles International Wine and Spirit event. On the bottle it says, "A provocative mix of apricot, rich melon and honeyed peach flavors, with good minerality enhancing the fruit." That last part really is a good thing. The wine was cheap at only $9.49.

Well I think this is going to be a good weekend. I'll let you know.

And always remember, Imbibe and enjoy!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Food Pairing

One of the main things that makes drinking wine interesting is what food should I serve this with?

Well the experts say white wine with white meat, red wine with red meat. In today's dining climate, however, this saying does not hold true. Properly matching food and wine is a little more complicated, partially because wine makers are more sophisticated in their wine making than 20 years ago. Today winemakers try to impart specific qualities out of their wine.

Now when pairing any wine with food, the eater needs to think about the body of the beverage and the body of the food.

Malbec is a medium-bodied wine that is ideal with flank steak in fajitas. But if you take the flank steak and serve it wrapped in blue cheese and proscuitto, you need to pair the steak with a full-body wine like Zinfandel.

Or you have a salad. That would be great with a light, fruity Sav Blanc. But if you add spiced chicken to the salad, it would be best to serve it with a Chenin Blanc.

The most important thing I think is that you like the wine you are drinking. Many a time I'll pour a glass of Cab Sav, put in ice cubes and drink it with salmon. The triple no-no. But you know what, the only thing that is important is that you like what your drinking. And the food tastes good. Screw em if they can't take your taste.

Remember imbibe and enjoy!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Whites











Whites! I love white wine, but I tend to drink more reds. It's probably because in the magazine, Wine Spectator, they only mention red wines providing the healthy benefits. And of course, the only reason I drink wine is for my health. :) The poor white wines just don't get a fair shake.

So let's talk about whites in the general sense for now. Whites are normally light. You can easily drink it without food. And white wine is SO refreshing on a summer day. You can even put a couple of ice cubes in the glass without a wine snob turning up their nose. Well, maybe not, but who cares.

If you are a new wine drinker, you cannot go wrong with a Riesling. It tends to have a range from super sweet to barely sweet. That sweet flavor doesn't mean the wine cannot be complex, it's just that our new-wine-drinker taste buds tend to like sweet wines more than non-sweet wines. A Riesling is perfect with Asian food, and appetizers like artichoke dip and spring rolls.

A great grape that Kenny and I always like to start our night with is Sauvignon Blanc. The wine is rarely harsh. Most times the wine has a fruity, sometimes lemony, flavor. It can sometimes give you a little tangy kick at the end. Sav Blanc is perfect with salads, breads and crackers, and even chicken soup. The same can be said of Pinot Grigio and Fume blanc.

There's a wine called Viognier (vee-en-yay) that grows exceptionaly well in our Grand Valley area. Before moving to Palisade I never heard of it, and it was my loss....until now. The grape has powerful flower and fruit aromas. Viognier is intended to be consumed young. Viogniers more than three years old tend to lose many of the floral aromas that make this wine unique. The color and the aroma of the wine suggest a sweet wine but Viognier wines are predominantly dry. When I worked at Grand River winery, I would pour a taste for customers with this to say....I suggest you save enough for three sips. The first sip you'll taste a sweet wine, the second taste you'll taste a fruity but dryish flavor, and the third taste will provide you with a dry, smooth fruity flavor that will last the rest of the bottle. Truly a unique wine. This wine is great with fish, vegetables, and can hold its own with pork, depending on how it's cook.

Then of course, there is the Chardonnay. The wine can give you a wider range of flavors. My favorite Chardonnay is one that has a bit of a smoke taste but not too much, with a hint of peach, ending with a buttery finish. It is the only wine that is fermented in barrels for a period of time. I believe that fermenting is what brings forth the complexity in this white. I have a friend that is a Chardonnay fanatic. It's the only wine he'll drink. Bruce says the flavors are one of the reasons for his preference, but more importantly it's the great memories the wine bring to the forefront while drinking it. He associates the glass of Chardonnay with good times and the good life.

On that note, I think I'll pop open a bottle of Chardonnay right now.

Remember imbibe and enjoy!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Does size matter?










Does size matter? What kind of silly question is that? Of course, size matters.

That's why when K Squared Vineyards had to decide what size the spacing should be between each row during our vineyard development, we took the decision very seriously.

The space between each one of the rows is a crucial part of vineyard management. If the width between the rows is too far, then you've wasted precious property that could yield something besides weeds. If the width between the rows is too narrow, then the vines are not able to grab all that precious sunlight and the grape yield may suffer. It has to be JUST right, like Goldilocks.

So before we made our decision we took a walk about. We walked hither and yon with a tape measure, measuring the distance between already established vineyards. We measured our neighbors vineyard, and they offered us a glass a wine so that was good. We measured our east of the peach orchard neighbor's vineyard and they offered us a glass of wine, and that was good. We measured one of the largest vineyards in the area and was chased off, and that was bad. The conclusion was that 9' was the magic number.

Now before I continue on, if any of you reading this is a farmer, then you can just stop reading from now on because you know what I'm gonna say but if you're not, then this may be of some casual interest for you. Farmers (and I am one) are notorious for rural legend. What starts out as a swag, within 15 years becomes a scientific fact.

Kenny and I have seen 100s of vineyards all over the world and depending on the area, they all build vineyards differently. Most times when we ask why use wood posts over steel posts for example, there's no real good answer. Why is the spacing 9' between rows we asked as opposed to 6', there was no strong definitive answer. So we consulted an expert.

Horst Caspari of the Colorado State University Extension in Grand Junction (http://www.colostate.edu/programs/wcrc/pubs/viticulture/viticulturehome.html)
is the leading expert on vinticultural practices in our area, so we paid him a visit. He was very excited that we were planting Malbec. When we asked him about the spacing issue, he said he thought there was no reason we couldn't plant them as close as 5 feet. That seemed a little close, but it would really improve the grape yield that's for sure. Not for certain on going almost half of 9', we went to a real working expert.

Jim has been a vineyard manager for years. He used to work for Grand River Vineyards at the winery where we both worked, and now he is an independent consultant. Not by his own choice I would imagine. The winery sold all the vineyard at an auction two years ago and he had nothing to manage for them anymore. It was a shame. Anyway, he IS the expert we needed. That first year Jim was an invaluable resource for us and we couldn't have done it without him. Well, we could of but not nearly so well that's for sure.

Jim gave us a great answer. Why not space the rows 8' apart? It sounded logical. Far enough apart so an industrial tractor could still get through but close enough so you could get more rows in, meaning more yield.

And so that's what we did. By making the rows only 8' as opposed to 9', we were able to put in 5 more rows. That was a great idea. He and Kenny were the ones that put in the 116 posts with the tractor driven hydraulic post hole digger. Took them 4 days.

The funny part is when it came time for tilling up the soil between the rows, we hired Jim because he has a big commercial tractor that can do that work in a jiff. During a break, I walk up to him to chat. The first thing he does is complain about how god damned close those rows are. I just howled in laughter and retorted, "Well Jim it was you that suggested we space 'em this close!" Then he started laughing too.

Imbibe and Enjoy!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Ensemble







Two weekends ago Kenny and I went to the recently opened Palisade Grill, aptly named because it is a grill in Palisade, CO. I highly recommend it. Now we have two restaurants that are worth their salt in Palisade, thank goodness.


One of the wines they are serving is the Book Cliff Vineyard 2006 "Ensemble". Marvelously named because it is a symphonic collection of Cabernet Sav, Cab Franc, and Merlot. It is a well put together wine and is quite drinkable.

This is what their website http://www.bookcliffvineyards.com/ had to say about the wine:
"The Merlot makes this wine approachable, the Cabernet Sauvignon adds body and structure, and the Cabernet Franc gives it a light fruity finish. This wine is easy and friendly, good with a fancy dinner and enjoyable on its own. Light tannins and a smooth finish."

I completely agree with their review of how it travels down your palate. In addition, I'd like to add that the color is pleasingly rich with hints of Cab Sav's deep, luxurious purple, and it lays well in the glass. You want to swirl it in your Cab Sav shaped vessel forever. If I was do a blind tasting and someone asked me what type of wine this was, I'd say it was a Cab Sav. Thus, it can hold its own with a hearty meal.

Ensemble's varietal blend is: Merlot - 46%; Cabernet Sauvignon - 31%; Cabernet Franc - 23%

The great part about this wine is that the vineyard where these grapes were harvested is just east of the peach orchard right across our street. Hopefully, our grapes can produce some quality wine as well next year.

It's still tough to compete with those California reds, but I believe this is one of the best Colorado wines around this season.

Find you a bottle and pick it up.
Remember Imbibe and Enjoy!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Poisons and People

K Squared Vineyards sprays about 3 times a year for pests and powdery mildew. Last year we hired a guy I used to work with at one of the wineries in town to spray our vineyard. It was a bit expensive and we had to buy our own chemicals. The chemical acquisition was a trip into la-la land. I thought "Hmm, what we spray on the grape vines should be pretty straightforward, right?" but when I ask him about what we should use, he says under his breath (we are in the middle of the vineyard, not a soul in sight), "Go to the Co-op and ask them." Ok, but I am a little baffled as to why he wouldn't tell us what he used in the past and presently, for that matter. And he was really reluctant to spray our field. I felt like I was doing something illegal or pervertedly nasty.

Since I never got a straight answer from him, I quietly, and wearing dark glasses, sneak into the Co-op. This store is the farmer's friend because it's close and they've got everything a farmer needs: horse hoof lotion, lamb feed, chicks (they are so cute), and THE CHEMICALS. I silently walk up to the staff person working in the back and ask, "Do you have the chemicals needed for spraying a vineyard?" I half expect to get reprimanded or at least shooed out of the establishment for daring to ask, but he calmly replies, "Sure, follow me." We go outside, to the very back corner where this dilapidated storage shed, with a big lock on the door, is ominously looming. He pulls out his big bundle of keys and unlocks the rusted lock with a very tiny key. The door plops open and the official smell of Dow chemical races out to embrace us. Whoo! Any length of time in that shack can NOT be good. He goes in and pulls out container after container until he finally reaches a large bag filled with cocaine-looking powder.

"Here's the stuff for powdery mildew, right here." he says as he passes it out to me. It's covered with white dust and I wonder if I should be wearing gloves. But no immediate burning sensation, so it turns out all right. Then he opens the lid to the covered bin, digs in deep and pulls out a gallon jug (looks like a windshield washer fluid jug), with no label and passes it out to me. The light brown fluid is thick and I don't dare open the cap to smell it. "Ok, that should do ya. That'll be $300." "300$!!" I exclaim. He shrugs his shoulders and says, "You asked for the stuff." I reluctantly pay the cashier like a user in a drug deal where I think I've paying too much, but where else am I gonna get this stuff. I phone the spray guy to tell him I've got the stuff. He says "Put the stuff on your front porch. I'll come by tomorrow." The deal goes down. I still don't know what the stuff I actually got was, but it looks like stuff that would kill vineyard eating things.

That was last year, this year is different....better. I don't know if our neighbor took pity on us or if they thought, "We better help these losers out because if their grapes become a veritable paradise for leaf hoppers and powdery mildew denizens, those pests will hop right over to our nice, mature vineyard and feast on it as well. That would be bad. Our neighbor's are great. He is kind of a gadget guy and last year, at the end of growing season, he bought a turbine driven sprayer. It's orange and has this big ol fan on the back end. It has a 100 gallon tank on the skid before the fan. It works like a charm. You do NOT want to be behind it when it is spraying away.

Currently, we have a great arrangement. I gave them what was left of the chemicals from last season and then he goes and sprays. He sprays their vineyard first and then ours. He does it whenever they need their vineyard to be sprayed, which is normally when we need our vineyard to be sprayed, and when the weather is perfect for spraying. He's a stickler for detail, thank goodness.

The perfect weather for spraying is no wind, and the air temperature is less than 68 degF. Most times that is in the evening. Where we live in Colorado most nights, it is less than 68 degF so not a problem. When spraying is determined and the weather is just right, he will don the spraying ensemble. A white, tyvex plastic unisuit, a respirator, googles that seal around his face, leather gloves and a hat. The hat's just for the vineyard farmer look.

Then he jumps on the tractor, opens up the spray valves and the spray permeates the air. You can smell a sweet smell in the air. Kind of like the odor of ester. When he's spraying, we turn off the swamp cooler, close all the windows and doors, and breathe shallowly. This not stuff you want to have in any one of your orifices.

The neighbors that live to the south of us obviously have a different philosophy. I happen to catch them while I was staring out the window, on alert to help if he needed help. This family of four and their 20 closest relatives, are outside in the backyard in the pool, the side that faces the vineyards, and grilling burgers. Meanwhile I can see the chemicals spewing out, hitting the vines, and tumbling into the atmosphere. The neighbors have a multitude of children splashing away in the pool, and the grownups are gathered round the grill drinking sweetened tea. Do these people not know what is in this stuff that is currently spewing in the air? They've lived here their whole lives. Sometime I want to casually go up to the wife and ask "So how are your kids these days? And lingering colds or strange sores that just won't heal?" But I probably never will.

They must think "My granddaddy, my daddy and me have lived this long with everything being alright, why change now? Ah, the beauty of a small town. Meanwhile, I'm thinking of wearing a respirator in the house when he sprays again, just in case.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Poisonous Pesticides

When we first started thinking about building a vineyard, we were super serious about keeping it as organic as possible. Maybe going totally organic. It made total sense. I mean I lived in Boulder and loved it, so this granola organic idea is right up my alley. Or at least I initially thought it was a good idea. We thought it'd be great to be certified as "organic" because........and that is the problem. There's no real incentive to go organic besides the feeling you have in your heart of hearts that tells you it is the right thing to do. Like recycling bags, putting rocks in your toilets to decrease water usage, and composting.

When we looked into the explicit benefits of going organic, there really didn't seem to be any big advantage. It was so disappointing. (anybody reading this who thinks I'm dead wrong and knows a multitude of benefits is SO welcomed to comment, please) So we thought, well, we should do it anyway, and we dug into the rules. One of the weird requirements for going organic was that you couldn't use treated wood posts....at all. Well, that means you must want to replace your untreated wood posts every five years.....I so not want to. I have enough work to do thank you very much. There was rules on the type of wire, the hangers, everything....whoo boy.

Then I was comparing yield rates of sprayed vines versus non-sprayed vines. The yield rate is about four times greater for the sprayed vines. Four times the amount of grapes at harvest. Makes sense. No competition with those buggies and fungi. There was that to think about.

Now let's think about the quality of the wine itself. I've done a blind taste test of organic versus non-organic wines, and I just can't tell any difference. The organic wine is not worse, I just couldn't say to you this is so much better. Have you ever had an organic chicken? Yummmmmm, you can really tell the difference between it and the Tyson chicken factory chicken that's for sure. I was expecting that type of quality difference and was sorely disappointed.

Thus, today K Squared Vineyards is a non-organic vineyard along side most of the other vineyards in our area, and in the US for that matter. I believe we responsibly do our part to keep the environmental impact of our use of herbicides and pesticides to a minimum. One can justify anything and it's the only reason I can sleep at night, so please let me have this fantasy.
I really have no solid evidence, but we spray when everybody else sprays and the neighbor kids have not come down with lukemia....yet.

We spray for two things - insects (too numerous to mention them all here except leaf hoppers seem to be the most abundant) and powdery mildew. We use nasty, death perfecting malithion for the bugs, and sulfur for the powdery mildew. The bugs are pretty self explantory, but you may be thinking "what the heck is powdery mildew?" Well I'm glad you asked.

"Powdery mildew is similar to mildew in that it is a cryptogamic illness (excuse me? this just sounds bad) which can cause severe damage to the vine. Powdery mildew is a gray fungus that forms on the leaves and grapes. The grapes eventually split and shrivel." On the canes, which is what is most effected at our vineyard, is basically purple, black blotches located at random spots on the trunks. The funny thing is, is that we live in the desert, so when is mildew ever around? Not very often, but whenever the vineyard gets even a bit of rain, the canes will sprout up some new blotches. My goodness, what do they do in Oregon? They must just have one black cane.

We don't spray every week or even every month, for that matter. Us and the neighbors spray together, we have vineyards that abutt, and we spray about three times a year. So that's not too much is it? See, I told you I can justify anything?

K Squared Vineyards is a non-organic vineyard eeking out big, fat grapes in the high desert. I still feel guilty about the non-organic part. Kind of like how I feel guilty about speeding. I could not do it, but then it's not that big of a deal is it?

Here's to you! Imbibe and enjoy.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

History of Palisade Wine




From Corn to Cabernet


A burgeoning wine industry takes Colorado agriculture uptown



From the August 17, 2009 issue of High Country News by Christie Aschwanden

Bruce Talbott built his reputation on apples and peaches. A congenial middle-aged farmer with a tidy moustache and a boyish grin, the VP of Talbott Farms manages more than 400 acres, most of them perched on a verdant bench overlooking the small Western Slope town of Palisade, Colo. To the north rise the towering Mancos shale formations for which this small farming community was named. To the south and east, the alpine forests of the Grand Mesa push skyward above the red desert. Even on this late May day, the mountain's upper flanks, which top out at nearly 11,000 feet, still harbor caches of snow. The Colorado River runs through Palisade, bringing irrigated life to the arid landscape. Outside Talbott's office, tiny green peaches hang in the manicured orchard.
This community of 3,000 looks like classic rural America with its ranch houses, lean-to fruit stands and sleepy streets. But just a few miles to the west, the city of Grand Junction is inching ever closer. Western Colorado's major metropolitan area, Grand Junction is home to about 54,000 people. And more are coming: Fueled by a flood of amenity migrants, retirees and oil and gas field workers, Mesa County has grown 5 percent faster than the rest of the state over the past decade. In the last eight years, Grand Junction -- often described as "a suburb without a city" -- has annexed nearly 4,600 acres. Surrounded by public land, the city has had little choice but to expand into its agrarian surroundings, gobbling up choice farmland in the process.
Just west of Palisade lies the growing community of Clifton-Fruitvale. True to its name, Clifton-Fruitvale was once covered in orchards, but today the names Delicious, Rome and Winesap refer to residential streets rather than the apple varietals that grew here. Even as the residents of Clifton-Fruitvale consider annexation by Grand Junction, Palisade's farmers fret about holding back the tide of subdivisions. Since 1980, Palisade's population has doubled, and with its striking beauty, ample water and open land, the town appears ripe for even more development.
Talbott envisions a different future for his community, one that is still agricultural but centered on a fruit crop whose varietals go by names like cabernet, syrah and riesling. Wine grapes yield vastly greater profits per acre than the apples that once provided Palisade's major cash crop, and vineyards hold a certain cachet that orchards and hay fields lack. Wine appeals to yuppies and retirees and well-heeled tourists -- people with money to spend. If vineyards become more valuable than housing developments, a burgeoning wine industry just might preserve western Colorado's rural heritage. "People are far more interested in wine vineyards than in fruit. The wine industry is approaching the number-one draw for tourists in the region," says Talbott. "Holding the land base in agriculture is the most important thing to us -- subdivisions are the enemy."
This new industry could also provide a reprieve from the boom-bust economy that has long dogged this region. Where other fruits (and the oil and gas industry) have gone through multiple up-and-down cycles, wine grapes promise a more reliable future. Colorado's wine industry has been growing steadily for the past decade, and even in today's poor economy, demand for the state's wine remains high.
It's an industry that appears well-positioned to excel over the long haul. Vineyards use a fraction of the water that other crops require. That makes them well-suited to the state's arid lands, especially as climate change reduces stream flows and thirsty urban areas grab for the water now used for irrigation. Even as global warming threatens to hamstring California's wine industry, Colorado seems better able to cope with the rising temperatures, at least so far. "Global warming is probably what enabled us to grow grapes in the first place," says Colorado state viticulturist Horst Caspari. "We've gained almost two weeks in our growing season over the last 45 years."

As recently as a decade ago, the mere notion of Colorado wine was enough to turn up the nose of a wine snob. Early on, Colorado wines often had a bouquet more reminiscent of Kool-Aid than Cabernet. But the Colorado wine industry has matured over the last decade, and its products have evolved from what one critic diplomatically dismissed as "uninteresting" to fine wines worthy of national awards.
In 1990, there were only five licensed wineries in Colorado. But that year, the state Legislature created the Colorado Wine Industry Development Board (CWIDB) and by 1995, the number of wineries had risen to 13. Today, the state claims 85 wineries, and with an average annual increase in production of 20 percent since 1996, the wine industry represents Colorado's fastest-growing agricultural sector. "We were the first state in the region to create a wine board to fund research and promotion. It was very forward-thinking," says Doug Caskey, the gregarious former actor who serves as the CWIDB's executive director.
With the support of the development board and Colorado State University, which employs state viticulturist Caspari as well as state enologist Steve Menke, Colorado is ready to make the next big leap, according to syndicated columnist, Dan Berger. "Colorado is making very good wine," says Berger, a former wine reporter for the Los Angeles Times who now publishes the weekly wine commentary Vintage Experiences. "Not every winery is great, and not every bottle is a great wine, but if you go from top to bottom you find infinitely more quality wine in Colorado now than even five years ago. If the Colorado industry continues to grow like it has in the last decade, it will be in the thick of it."
When wine succeeds, other types of agriculture also benefit. Wineries attract tourists and their dollars, which are helping to drive a vigorous local-foods movement. Today, foodies seeking local wines, fruit, cheese and pastured meats flock to places like Palisade and the North Fork and Surface Creek Valleys on the Grand Mesa's south flanks. A tourist destination best known for the West's finest powder skiing, the state is reinventing itself as Wine Country USA. Even Palisade's famously delectable peaches never mustered such allure.
If not for prohibition, western Colorado might have established itself as a wine region a long time ago. In the late 1880s, Grand Junction founder George Crawford planted 60 acres of wine grapes near Palisade. At the same time, Italian immigrants planted vineyards to produce their cherished vino. But prohibition wiped out Colorado's wine production, and the state went without a commercial vineyard until the 1970s, when the Four Corners Development Project, a cooperative effort by Utah, Colorado, New Mexico and Arizona to find crops that would thrive in the arid Southwest, got under way. Grapes were just one of the test crops planted, but the experiment had a lasting impact, proving once again that traditional vinifera wine grapes could grow in Colorado.
Still, the state's wine industry did not take off for nearly two more decades. In 1985, when Talbott joined with his father and two brothers to take over the land their grandfather had farmed since 1918, the 150-acre property was planted almost entirely in apples. "Apples were the number-one crop in the 1960s, '70s and '80s, and then everything just totally crashed," says Talbott. "In 1987, the apple industry got really beat up with over-production. There was just too much fruit on the market." To make matters worse, the consolidation of grocery store chains gave an edge to big producers who could promise a 12-month supply, and China flooded the world market with cheap apple juice concentrate. "Apples (became) a commodity item, rather than something to be celebrated," Talbott says. By the early 1990s, Colorado apple producers found themselves pushed out of the industry.
Like many Colorado growers, Talbott Farms moved into peaches, still its most profitable crop. Talbott never intended to get into the wine business, but in 1999 Palisade's Plum Creek Winery made him an offer he couldn't refuse. "They came to us and said that if we planted wine grapes they'd promise to buy them," Talbott says. "They told us when and how and where to grow them. It seemed like a low-risk deal."
Talbott planted those initial grapes in 2000 and has since expanded to 115 acres, growing more than a dozen varieties including merlot, syrah and riesling, which he sells to wineries throughout Colorado. Peaches fetch a slightly higher return per acre than grapes, but combining the two crops makes economic sense, says Caspari. "You prune the peaches, then it's time to prune the grapes. Harvest times for the two crops sync well so growers can use the seasonal workforce in a complementary way."


Wineries have popped up in nearly every corner of the state, but the vast majority of Colorado's nearly 1,000 acres of vineyards lie in the state's Grand Valley American Viticultural Area, or AVA, around Grand Junction and Palisade. Other prime locations include the North Fork Valley's West Elks AVA, the Surface Creek Valley near Cedaredge, Olathe's corn country and the Four Corners region. Some growers are even planting hybrids along the Front Range near Denver. Grapes thrive in Colorado's rocky soil and they develop the best flavors and sugar profiles when grown under water stress. Unlike other crops grown in this area, grapes need little fertilizer and few pesticides, and so far the arid region has not attracted any major grape pests.
Diversifying into grapes has made his business more resilient, says Talbott. "You spread your weather risk. A cold snap in midwinter won't hurt the peaches, and a spring frost won't usually hurt the grapes. You reduce the potential for a complete wipeout." Climate change could actually help the Colorado wine industry if it continues to extend the growing season, but it also poses some worrisome risks. "Our biggest concern with global warming is the increased amplitude of extreme weather events," says Caspari. "If the extremes become more extreme, that's a big problem." Even now, unpredictable weather poses the biggest challenge to Colorado grape growers.
Talbott hopes that the vineyards will help preserve the agricultural character of Palisade, where a recent oil and gas boom brought an infusion of money from land speculators and developers. "When wine catches the imagination of the average politician and you get people interested in marketing destination tourism, you get a push to keep the area desirable," says Talbott. "Once people are aware of what we have, it makes it much more difficult for someone to come put a subdivision in the middle of all that agriculture."
The troubled economy could also end up protecting farmers, says Talbott, since the value of agricultural land has gone down. Currently, Palisade's master plan shows housing developments growing to four or five times their current size, wiping out a lot of agricultural land, says Talbott. "Right now they don't plan to save fruit except on the periphery. But as time goes on and the wine industry grows, that master plan may change."
On the other side of the Grand Mesa, 40 miles southeast of Palisade, wine is helping to revitalize Delta County's agricultural roots. Grapes have a long history in this area, although few Coloradans are aware of it. Back in the 1970s, researchers from the Four Corners Development Project planted test vines on Garvin Mesa outside of Paonia. Now, the soil on this scenic mesa overlooking Mount Lamborn nurtures some of Colorado's oldest wine grapes.
When Joan Mathewson and her husband, John, bought land at the top of Garvin Mesa in 1987 for their Terror Creek Winery, they found some of those old gewurztraminer vines still thriving despite years of neglect. The previous owner didn't know the vines were there until a retired winegrower friend from California paid him a visit. As the two were setting off on a hunting trip, "the friend discovered these old vines growing along the ground in the field. Well, they never did go hunting that day," says Joan Mathewson, a soft-spoken redhead who's been making wine at Terror Creek since 1993.
Originally from New Jersey, Mathewson spent 26 years following her geophysicist husband around the world, from Nigeria to Egypt and Tanzania. When the couple found time to vacation, they often traveled to Europe. There, they fell in love with Alsatian white wines, and Joan made it her mission to learn how to make them. She studied the wine business in Switzerland, where she labored at several wineries near Lake Geneva and eventually earned a degree in enology from L'Ecole d'Ingenieurs de Changins outside Nyon. "I had to work in the wineries first -- they wouldn't even let you apply to the school without some experience," she says.
Mathewson's professional training has helped her navigate the challenges of high-altitude grape growing. At 6,500 feet, Terror Creek claims the title of North America's highest commercial vineyard. Garvin Mesa rises above the North Fork of the Gunnison River in a gentle southerly slope, a footnote to the Grand Mesa towering above it. The winery is tucked away at the end of a steep, unpaved road, and the tasting room resembles a Swiss chalet with its sharp rooflines and European-style window boxes.
The neatly mowed lawn around the tasting room looks out on symmetrical rows of gewurztraminer, pinot noir, riesling, chardonnay and gamay noir grape vines. "There's almost 10,000 vines in that little seven acres," says Mathewson. Although the higher altitude means a shorter growing season and less production than the vineyards in Palisade's hotter, low-lying areas, Mathewson consistently produces well-received wines.


Though she doesn't keep count, "Visitation has picked up every single year," she says. "The majority of visitors come from Colorado, but we get people from all across the country and from Europe, too."
Since Terror Creek opened, the number of wineries and tasting rooms in Delta County has grown to more than a dozen. In 2003, Brent Helleckson, a former aerospace engineer, and his wife, Karen, opened Stone Cottage Cellars just down the road, on a parcel previously planted by Plum Creek, the same winery that first roped Bruce Talbott into grape-growing. Mathewson considers the Hellecksons colleagues, not competitors, noting that the rising number of wineries in the area has increased visits to her tasting room. "It encourages people to come and stay here so they can visit everyone," she says.
On this June day, a chatty couple from Virginia stopped in to taste, and bought several bottles to share with their grown children back at home. On their way out, they crossed paths with a couple from the Denver area who drove up in a sporty European convertible and left with a case in their tiny trunk.
The latest figures from the Colorado Wine Industry Development Board show that wine-related tourism alone injects more than $21 million into the Colorado economy. Add to that another $21.1 million in wine sales and the industry's worth tops $42 million per year. Articles touting Colorado wine country have turned up in publications ranging from The New York Times to USA Today and Sunset magazine.
Delta County's sluggish economy could certainly use the dollars. The local free newspaper recently ran an ad with the headline, "Need bankruptcy? Don't despair. Most Delta County incomes qualify." Indeed, Delta County is among Colorado's poorest -- its average personal income clocks in at a mere 66 percent of the state average. The coal trains that rumble through Paonia a half-dozen or more times a day (and night), shuttling loads from the three mines just east of town, provide a constant reminder of the town's dependence on coal -- a commodity likely to face tough times in a carbon-constrained economy.
The recent loss of a couple hundred coal-mining and light-industry jobs has left Delta County's economy increasingly dependent on its agricultural roots. Supporters hope the wine industry can help boost the farming community as a whole. "The wine industry has attracted more people into ag, and that's great," says Ela Family Farms president Steve Ela, who grows organic fruit on 100 acres near Hotchkiss. "It's very synergistic." Tourists who come for the wineries near Ela's orchards sometimes leave with a box of his peaches or cherries, too.
"We moved to agritourism about four or five years ago," says Kelli Hepler of the Delta County Tourism Board, which helps promote the West Elks American Viticultural Area, including Paonia and Hotchkiss. Initially, many locals resisted efforts to promote tourism, fearing newcomers would drive up property values or make a nuisance of themselves complaining about backyard junk and manure piles. Then, a few years back, a regional Slow Food USA group organized a tour of the area's farms and wineries. The event's success opened eyes, says Hepler. "This is a type of tourism that's very gentle on the resources, and locals are realizing that a llama farm or vineyard is a lot nicer to look at than a subdivision."
Wine consultant and Bethlehem Cellars winemaker Bill Musgnung, who spent most of his career working in the Oregon wine industry before moving to Paonia several years ago, predicts that Delta County may follow the example of Carlton, Ore. "Fifteen years ago, Carlton was a dinky little town just like Paonia. Then the wineries came in and now it's the number-one wine destination on the West Coast."
Hepler's group promotes agritourism on "Our Side of the Divide" with maps outlining self-guided wine, farm and bike tours, and it also helps promote farm dinners and wine tastings. Those efforts have paid off, she says. "Last year there were 38 articles written about Delta County wine." Nearly every one of Delta County's 11 wineries now hosts some kind of food and wine event, and Fresh and Wyld, a bed and breakfast inn, has brought area residents into the fold with weekly farm dinners created from locally produced ingredients and paired with local wines. But agritourism has yet to make anyone rich. "Some people are making some money on it, but no one is cashing in big time yet," says Hepler.

In fact, few are getting rich in the Colorado wine business. Despite the industry's incredible growth, profits remain slim. "Most wineries over three or five years old are making a profit," Caskey says. "Making enough to support its owners? Then you're down to maybe five or six wineries."
"The early wine industry was a romance industry," says Talbott. "It's not sustainable until the business has a cash value." The industry's sparse profits stem in part from a lack of planning, says state enologist Menke. "A lot of people just don't understand the business model," he says. Winemaking requires more than an appreciation of wine, says Musgnung; you need farming and chemistry skills as well. "A lot of people come here and they think they can translate their business experience into a winery, but it really comes down to farming, and farming isn't normal business."
With some of the world's most famous wine-producing regions suffering from overproduction -- the French are considering paying vineyard owners to stop growing grapes -- many wonder about the future. Can the Colorado wine industry sustain its double-digit growth, or will grapes join apples on the list of agricultural money-losers?
Menke believes that grapes are less likely to be vulnerable to the commoditization that befell apples. "Wine is highly dependent on the quality of the grapes," he says. "It's not actually a commodity anymore, it's more of a quality-driven product, and it's much easier for a winery to make a quality product from local grapes than from grapes brought in." Like any other fruit, grapes taste best straight from the vine, and are easily bruised by shipping.
Although nearly all of the wine made in Colorado is also sold and drunk here, locally produced wine represents only a single-digit percentage of the total wine consumed in Colorado. "We haven't even come close to saturating the Colorado market," says winemaker Bret Neal of Stoney Mesa Winery in Cedaredge, Delta County's largest and most successful winery. "Most wineries are too small to even hit liquor stores. It's mostly tourism right now."
A lack of recognition remains one of the biggest challenges still facing the Colorado wine industry, says Caspari. "We're still overcoming a stigma. Colorado's reputation might be held in higher esteem outside the state than within it," he says, noting that Colorado wines have garnered awards in competitions throughout the country. In 2003, for example, Carlson Vineyards won the "Best in the World" title at the 28th International Eastern Wine Competition's World Riesling Cup.
Colorado wine is more akin to a handcrafted microbrew than a mass-produced Budweiser, says Talbott, and thus it holds a different place in the market than those $6 bottles with cute animals on the label. "On a per-gallon cost basis, we can't compete with the big boys in California, but we can put out a great boutique product. Will we oversupply the market? Well, craft breweries have done very well even though there are dozens of them in Colorado."
"It used to be, people bought wine to celebrate -- it was a snooty beverage," says Caskey. But research linking moderate wine consumption to good health has transformed vino into what Caskey calls a "beverage of the people." That's especially true for the millennial generation. "They drink more wine and spend more money on wine than other generations," says Caskey. "If we can capture that millennial generation, then, yes, this industry is sustainable."
Talbott hopes that the new generation of wine drinkers with their enthusiasm for the "buy local" movement will foster a greater appreciation for Colorado's agricultural heritage and help protect his corner of the state from the sprawl of subdivisions. So many of the West's rural communities have been buried under generic housing developments and look-alike strip malls. "Wine is a taste of the local community," says Talbott. "It's the local flavor; that's what gives us our flair."

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Jilted? Shucks

Last week we heard from our neighbors that the entire vineyard production of cabernet franc they were planning on supplying to an established winery in Palisade was no longer needed by the winery.

What?? No longer needed or wanted? How could anyone at the end of the growing season just all of a sudden realize "Oops, I don't need those grapes next week, ok?" The harvest is in September.

Jilted!!!! They have no contract (not unusual) so they are free lancing. What are our neighbors going to do with 4.5 tons of Cab Franc grapes that have no owner?

I would think that long before the start of the growing season, say February, the wineries and the vineyards have done their mating dance. "The vineyard grows 4.5 tons and winery buys 4.5 tons." The grape harvest should be a low stress process with regard to this issue.

I mean what reputable winery is going to plan for buying from the harvest only a month before. It's like "Oh my god, I forgot to pick a grape, what should I do?" (said in a valley girl voice) That shouldn't happen. And it did to our neighbors.

Our neighbors have the perfect vineyard. I mean they really do. They prune when they should. They spray when they should. They weed when they should. They have the most healthy vineyard in the Vinelands area, in my opinion.

So for them to be JILTed towards the end of growing season is unthinkable.

What are they gonna do with the 4.5 tons of lucious red grapes that they worked so hard to make beautiful? Maybe that's how wineries get started. "I got no buyers so I better harvest these suckers." the vineyard growers think.

Hopefully with Malbec grapes we won't be in that same position but you never know. We better put in a contract something about defaulting on the contract. Or something like that. Otherwise we'll be letting the grapes rot on the vine. And that is a REAL shame, that's for sure.

Anybody need 4.5 tons of Cab Franc?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Traffic Jam










K Squared Vineyard is out in an area called the Vinelands, appropriately named, and our road is a little rough to say the least. It's a gravel road with potholes and constant puddles. The constant puddles, regardless rain or shine, are from the continuous overflowing of an irrigation pipe that needs to be replaced because it's too small and falling apart. But no government agency will take care of it, so no sane property owner is gonna replace it because it costs an arm and a leg.


Our road is not owned by us, even though we are the only people who live on it. Two years ago we had a horrible time with huge ass potholes and lots of dust and I wanted someone to come out and fix this road. Well, after some crazy digging around in the muckity muck of government agencies, I found someone who had an answer. I called the County and the guy I was talking to initially said, "The people that live on that road own the road." So I said with a smug voice, "So you mean I own the road and if I want to close it or charge people money to go through I can?" He quickly retracted his initial statement and said he'd get back to me. After a couple of days, I called him back and he said, "Well, you don't own it, the County owns it but it's not maintained." I'm thinking, "What the f#*$?" How can that be? I still don't get it to this day. But I bet if I tried to close it I'd find it all out.


So Kenny and I do whatever the hell we want with this road, which to tell you the truth is not too radical or crazy. We scrape it. We plow it down. We spread road base like stuff on it.

Because the road's unmaintained, I decided to put up speed limit signs that say, "Speed Limit 15 mph". Yes, we can do that, isn't that a hoot?

Except for a couple of farm boys with a lead foot, we have mostly ATVs and tractors coming through our road. You know you don't get much traffic when Elsie, our dog, has worn a spot in the middle of the road from laying there so much. By the sound of the ATV and how fast they're going (sound wise), we can figure out who's coming from a good distance off. From the sound of the tractors, we can tell if it's full of peaches and pickers or empty going back to pick more in the fields. You can always tell it's the neighbors' kids on the ATVs because they always sound like they're in a race. Going to the convenience store or to their friend's house across the street.


I can tell the sound of the UPS vs. FedEx guys, and sometimes the post office will deliver to the house if it's too big to put in the mailbox. I know their sound too. I always find myself looking out the window if it's someone going a little too slow for their own good.


Oh my gosh, I've become the little old nosey lady poking my head out the window!!
Well, I guess that's what happens when the biggest traffic jam we ever see is Art and John crossing paths on their ATVs.


It's nice having the quiet. And the noticeable sounds of life.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

No Grapes?











Last night we had beef fajitas with Mexican rice, so of course we did NOT drink any fermented grape elixir with our Mexican meal. We drank margaritas! Arriba, arriba, ondele, ondele!!!!! As Kenny can attest, margaritas, especially 3 or 4, can make me little loopey. So loopey I was, alas sans grape.





And as you can see from our vineyard, it also is sans grapes. You should be thinking right now,
"Well if the crazy bastards went through all this trouble to put in a vineyard to make wine, don't they know they need those purple round things to do it?" Yes, thank you very much for helping, we do know that.


However, we got rid of all the grapes this year for a very specific reason.
We didn't write this for"Winemaker Magazine" but it looks like we definitely could have wrote it. Here's what they say and we agree:


"The first year of vine growth is not meant to produce fruit for winemaking. During the first year, all clusters should be removed immediately from the vine to keep the vine from using nutrients to ripen grapes. Also, the first year is not meant to push the vine into making fruit or fruiting wood in the second year, when it might not yet be ready to produce clusters. Some vines may be ready to produce fruit in the second year; others may not. The key here is patience and knowing when a vine has established itself to the point at which it is ready to make fruit for wine. In general, a vine is allowed to establish itself and grow vegetatively — producing no fruit — for the first two years in the ground. After the second full year of growth, the vine is commonly pruned by leaving a few canes on the trellis wires. These canes grow fruit in the third year. "


That is EXACTLY what is happening with our vineyard. When we were out in the vineyard retraining all those vines that had died back down to the ground, they also produced little, cute grape clusters right next to the ground. We cut back the stray grape vines and cut off the cluster. Even the grape clusters that were at the first wire level. All of them had to go.


This cutting back the clusters will give the roots the direction they need. "Get down deep in that soil and get some ground water damn it!" If we left the purple (then green) beauties sitting on their laurels absorbing water, sun, and energy then there would be less activity left in the act of growing.


In fact, next year when we are finally ready to keep those clusters on the vine, we will have to perform a delicate balancing act between clusters and leaves. A lot of leaves on the vines is called vigor. If there is too much vigor on the vine, then the clusters will pull back and become puny. If you do not have enough leaves or vigor, then the grapes may either burn from the intensity of the summer sun or they will produce too much sugar (brix). This may result in a high alcohol content in the wine that will produce an inferior quality beverage.


Geez! I better get better a juggling! Have a great weekend! And remember.....
Imbibe and Enjoy!

Wine Tasting Lucious Reds




One of my dear friends was concerned about my well being and inquired........."Hope the wine tasting 'practice' is going well!"


Why yes my friend it is, thanks so much for asking.


I thought I'd share just a couple of the wines we've imbibed in over the past couple of days.


We had an Italian Ruffian 2007 Chianti with dinner. And dinner was......what else? Lasagna. And it was good. During the summer I like the Chianti with Italian cuisine, but in the winter it's Valipolicella. It's so nice to have a choice. This Chianti was the definition of Chianti. It's nose was an aroma of cherries and chocolate. The flavor was perfect for the food with light tannins and berries. An undramatic finish that enticed us to take another bite of pasta so we could drink about gulp of Chianti. The perfect wine at only $8.99.


With the ribeye steak we had the next day, we popped open a bottle of 2006 Cline Zinfandel. When eating steak, I always prefer the Zin over the Cab Sav. The Cabernet Sauvignon can hold its own with the beef, but it lacks the complexity of the Zin when pairing it with the peppery, garlic flavors grilled into a good size slab of meat. This Cline Zin is tried and true. When in doubt of what to buy to go with steak, buy a Zin. (No, I am NOT getting a kick back from the Growers of American Zinfandel, but maybe I should, shoot) This Zin's nose was filled with cherry and tannins. When the elixir went down, it coated the tongue with flavors of licorice, more cherry, and pepper. Leaving me with a jammy, tannin aftertaste that left me feeling satisfied with my $9.99 purchase.

Imbibe and Enjoy!



Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Romantic Watering










Ok, now where was I....oh yeah. So there's a fine balance between soaking the vines and flooding the neighbors, cool or not. All that water needs to go somewhere and we don't have a ditch for it to go anywhere but on somebody's land. Thus, that makes us pay attention to where all that water goes. For the entire 2 1/2 acres, it takes about 24 hours to water, that's with flooding....but not too much.











After the gates are open, I put on my muck boots and suddenly there's something romantic in my stride. Not the kind of romantic love, but the Victoria Barkley (played by Barbara Stanwyck) on Big Valley kind of romance. This is my land to till and nuture. It's up to me to make this vineyard grow and prosper. I love it! I saunter out to the field, readjust all those gates open, and feel the magic of water.


Without the water, the field would be a sandy plot of sage brush and junipers...maybe. The power of water brings life to where no life would be. The water changes everything. The area where we live is a different micro-climate due to the life the water brings.


I can hear the soil sucking in the luciousness of the cool water, and feel the vines bending towards me to caress my arms in thanks as I walk down the rows. Muck boots on, shovel in hand, a keen eye I, Victoria, am now one with mother nature.


Kenny and I use walkie talkies to communicate when a row is completely watered. We also have random hand gestures that can go from very useful to downright obscene after 12 hours in the vineyard. After the row is completely watered, I put a flag at the end and Kenny turns down the flow out of the gate to a trickle.


Then we wait and soak. I love to sit on the water pipe and hang out. The pipe is cool because of the cold Colorado water running through and it feels great in the heat. And after 10 in the morning and before 8 at night, there's always heat. The coolness of the pipe and the sound of the water like little babbling brooks out of each gate are really soothing to the senses. Kind of like a meditation work session, if that's even possible.


So after the vines have enjoyed their drink, we pop the end pipe cap. This is so all the silt of the river doesn't stick in pipes, making them weigh a ton, but instead it goes to the end of the field. There's not that much. It's not like we have another Mt. Garfield piling up, so it's no problem. We close all the gates so that bugs and varmits don't make a pipe their home. And then we move the pipe, section by section to the far side of the south vineyard so that we can mow, and weed and spray.....then we do it all again.






Here's a website where you can get information about where we live http://wikitravel.org/en/Colorado%27s_Wine_Country

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Watering a small part




Today we were watering the part of the vines I said last week needed some help. It is a bunch of work (what isn't) but it is my favorite activity with regard to vineyard life.
The vineyard is flood irrigated. What that means is that we flood (duh!) the field. But we do so methodically. There are two creases next to each row of vines. The water flows out of the pipes into those creases making its way down to the north end of the row. Our vineyard has a slight downward slope to the northwest so we don't need any pumping power. Thank goodness! That extra electricity cost and all the valves and piping that goes with the additional pumping is not something I want to tackle right now.
So what we do is, we take (Kenny on one side and me on the other) the 18' long, 6" aluminum pipes and push one end into the other end. I'm on the female end and he's on the male end. I make sure the pipe is guided into the other pipe just right and Kenny's takes a rubber mallet and pounds the pipe in. Boy, how's that for a sexual inuendo!?
When they are all connected, we put a cap on the end of the open pipe and hammer the clasp shut so it doesn't open. Now we're ready to water from a piping standpoint. We share water with 5 other people and the organization of who waters when is chaotic at best. I used to call Art and John and Tom and Brett and Trent to tell them we were going to water......whenever. But then I realized they never call us, so bleh! Actually, now I can tell what's getting water where, so I'm not nearly that courageous or callous.
Our watering system is very high tech. We have an open vault with water normally doing it's thing and flowing by, level varying for who knows what reason. We have a manual aluminum knife gate valve thingee that we open when we are ready to water. But first we have to go up to the death defying east valve that is the source of our water off the Colorado river. I say death defying because the "steps" going up to the canal where the valve is are covered with weeds, littered with loose rocks, and move randomly (depending on the alignment of the stars I think). Then once I'm up on the canal, I have to gingerly make my way down a small loose rock path to the valve on the left. If I would fall and slide down this path, I'd fall into this 20' wide canal. And that canal is roaring this time of year, so I don't know if I'd be able to get out. I think "geez I'm having a hard time, how does Art (age somewhere between 70 and 80) do it?" So I give the valve 4 turns open and make my way cautiously back to the vineyard.
After about 15 minutes, you can see the vault level rise. Filling the vault almost all the way to the top is the best way to water. Then you have the most pressure. Once the 3' by 3' vault is full, I can now open the knife gate valve knowing I've got the pressure and flow of water I need. If I don't have enough height in the vault, the pipe won't fill all the way up and some rows will not get watered. Let the watering begin.
Well, now these pipes have these little plastic gates on them about every 3' or so. As I'm going down the line, I can hear the cold water gurgling through the pipes struggling to get out and do what that water was meant to do. I love walking from gate to gate, making sure the gate is aligned with the crease, being able to adjust the gate to allow the right amount of water to flow.
When all the gates are open, we have to go back and adjust the gates so that each crease gets a "soaking" of water. If there is too much flow, the soil will not soak in as much water as it needs before flooding and the northwest end will get completely flooded. And flood our neighbors. Thank god they're cool.
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Let's Drink Wine












One of the bleaders asked a very pertinent question........"When do we actually get a bottle of wine at the table?" Well, as the once great Orson Wells said in that long ago commercial for Paul Masson wine....."We will sell no wine before it's time.".....damn it.

So when we will be able to first taste this Malbec beauty? Well, there's a lot of assuming going on here in what I'm going to say next so when you read each sentence down below, always put before it....."Assuming all goes well.....", ok?

Next year, we will see all the grapes' leaves shoot up from the first wire and we'll be training the vines up to the second wire. (More training, when does it end? Never by the way.) The grapes will be succulent and plentiful on the more mature vine leisurely hanging from the first wire. The nets will be up in time just as the variason of the grapes is starting to occur. There will be no early frost. Then in mid to late September of 2010, we'll have our first harvest of grapes.

Just in time, the buyers of our grapes from all over Colorado will deliver their 1 ton white, plastic grape containers to our vineyard. And right after the correct pH and brix is determined from our testing, they'll come to double check and the harvest will begin.

That harvest time will be one day of non-stop cutting of the clusters of grapes. The fruit dropping into our personal buckets hanging from our necks. After the bucket is full, we will walk to the big white bin, open the bottom of the bucket and gently dump the purple fruits into the bins. Repeat, as quickly as possible, all day.

The wineries will come right away with their semi-trucks and quickly load them on the trucks, taking them to their winery. Then the winery will do it's thing.......press, filter, filter some more, ferment, barrel and bottle. We will not have any direct input into their wine making art during this time.

So by the year 2011, we may have a bottle of wine to show for all this work. Hopefully, it's not really just one bottle, but there is a lot of assuming going on there in all those actions.

In the mean time, I continue to "practice" my wine tasting skills. Since we have none of our own wine to speak of, I thought I'd share what I thought of the bottles I drank this weekend.

We met with dear friends, Bob and Cindy, this weekend and one thing is for sure when we visit, we always drink some great wine. This time we brought the reserve 2005 Malbec we acquired when visiting the Familia de Tomaso winery in Mendoza, Argentina last January. It is quite special. The 146th bottle out of 310. This is the kind of wine that reflects the quote from the wine movie, Sideways, when Mia said, "Waiting for a special occasion? The day you open a '61 Chenin Blanc, that's the special occasion." And a special occasion it became, because it was good. The color was deep red and rolled around in the glass with ease. Bob summed up the wine's flavor perfectly....."this wine is complete." An unusual start with almost no nose to speak of, but the wine danced on your tongue with complex tannins, lots of smoke, smooth hints of berries and a bit of spice, and it left as quietly as it started. You can check out the winery and its wines at http://www.mendozaheights.com.ar/.

The next bottle we imbibed at our impromptu campsite on the Eagle river was an $8 bottle of 2007 Casillero del Diablo Carmenere from Chile. Chile does not claim to have a signature grape like Argentina's Malbec, but if it decided to market itself with one signature grape, the Carmenere would be the clear winner. This wine was definitely the wine to drink with the brook trout Kenny caught just hours before. The wine had a berry nose, and the tongue tasted of minor tannins with a hint of plum, finishing in berries. The finish stays with you as long as like which is a good thing. A keeper for sure.

I have a philosophy about what wine I choose to buy. I believe any wine maker can make a decent $50 bottle of wine, but it takes a real master to make a drinkable wine for less than $10. So my quest is to find the best wine for as cheap as possible. There was a $5.99 bottle of Romanian wine back in 2003 that I will never forget.

Imbibe and enjoy.





















Friday, August 7, 2009

Phase 2 finished...for now

Finally, today all the vines are up on the wire. But while training up the vines, we discover about 1/10th of the vineyard already needs to be watered again. Now the hard part is figure out how to water only that portion of the vineyard and not the rest. If we water the rest of the vineyard, then it will be more suspectible to powdery mildew. This mildew damages the canes and can permanently hinder the vine's grape production. Like I said, it's always something.

Yesterday, I talked about the process of wooding but I didn't say anything about why it's a good thing besides that that is what mature grape vines look like....and that must be good. A vine going to the wooding stage is a good thing for 3 reasons.

First, the solid wood trunk has a better chance of survival over the winter. That hard, solid layer acts as a good insulator through the Colorado January cold. Where we live, we get very little snow and there is no frost base. That means the ground does go into a permafrost condition. This is very good, but it's still cold.

Second, the hard layer acts as an insect barrier. It makes it a little harder for those bastards to gnaw their way into the grape vine. They can still make a buffet lunch out of the leaves, but at least not the trunk.

Third, and most importantly for my back, when the canes are hardened they are hardier and we can now spray for weeds. We still have to be really careful, but we can take care of those buggers. Shoot, there goes my free health club workout routine. We have a special spray for commercial vineyards and have to be very careful about the mixture of water to chemical.

When I was out in the vineyard today, I kept hearing these booming sounds. Somewhere in between a shotgun and a sonic boom. Initially, I couldn't figure out what it was, then it came to me. Some of the peach farmers in the area set off these times booms throughout the day. Right now most of the peach trees are lucious with ripe peaches almost ready for market. So the booms are supposed to scare off the birds that love to munch on such fruits. I would think the birds would just come right back after a few minutes and begin feasting, but those in the know tell me it works.

Whatever, all I know is that when we have grapes next year on those beautiful vines, they are going to be protected by a solid sheet of netting. Those birds are really going to have to work at it to be able to get a taste.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Training and Weeding

Today is the 5th day of 5 hours per day of weeding and training. I have been manually removing the weeds close to the vines, and pruning and pulling the vines up to the first wire. I'm the one who gets to do this for two reasons. The first one is I like doing non-machinery type work, the other is I'm more anal about details than Kenny. So here I am on row 20 out of 29 digging my hands into the soil and pulling up all the morning glories, alfalfa, and ironweed. Kenny's out here with the 4-stroke weed wacker and a metal blade ripping up everything in between the vines.



My day normally begins around 6:15 am, by 6:30 I'm out in the vineyard. I really should be out there earlier, but I refuse to get up before 6, if I can help it, and I can help it. To get ready for the morning, I don my light colored, long sleeved shirt, and my full length light material pants. I put my hair back in a ponytail, and bury my head in a baseball cap with Palisade stitched on the front. And I dare to wear open Tevas. The reason I wear this hot clothing is not because I'm normally freezing in August, but because I'm burying myself in the vines with thousands of crawling, biting insects. Last year I didn't do that and I looked like I was continuously covered in chicken pox. This year I sweat, but don't itch.



This time in the morning is incredible. The sun is just starting to rise over the Grand Mesa in its pinks and golds, and there is always a breeze from the east. No one else is up, except the other foolish vinters, and the air is cool. This is my favorite time to be out here. I look around at all the growing things, take a deep breath, bury myself in a vine, and start pulling, pruning, tieing, and training.



It's really rewarding until about the 50th one, which is about the end of one row, then I'm over it. The thrill is gone. Although one great thing about this work is the free health spa workout. We should advertise this to all the fat ass ladies as "a great workout in a beautiful setting. Only 30 bucks a week." I basically do a million squats with weights everyday. Here's how it goes....I bend down, I pull (the weed doesn't come out), I pull harder (increased resistance), the weed gives...repeat. My ass is killing me and I can barely sit down, but it looks good for a woman my age...and did I mention it was free...sort of.



The vine training is the interesting part of the vineyard work. You basically become the god of the vine and you alone decide which vines (only 2 out of many) are chosen to be trained up to the wire. There is no scientific method to this, you just guess. I normally pick the biggest, the closest to the bamboo pole leading up to the wire, and the healthiest looking. Last year I did this same training and almost all the vines died down to the ground, so my method of choosing is obviously flawed. This year I hope it takes for next season because that initial training work is a bitch. I've mentally told myself that if they all die all over again that's fine, because if I didn't, and I had to train these all over again, I'd kill myself.



It's really cool to watch the vines after you've trained them because they start to go into the "wooding" stage. The trunks of the vines go from a flexible, light fluorescent green color, to a sickly pale yellow, to a pretty eggplant purple. From the eggplant purple, they morph with wood-like strings amid the purple and then the wood kinda oozes around until it is now a mature hard vine. Now they are ready to become those gnarled vines you see in the ancient vineyards of France. I hope.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Life in the Vines at the Vinelands in Colorado

Yes, can you believe it? There's vineyards in Colorado. Everyone always thinks of Colorado as this idyllic place that is continuously buried in the snow or will be buried in the snow at any moment.



Which to those of us that live here think you outsiders thinking this is a really great thing. Those thoughts keep out all the riff raff and leave those big, open beautiful spaces to us. A selfish, but satifying thought.



Kenny and I bought our little 2 1/2 acre plot of paradise in the Vinelands 5 years ago and planted Malbec grapes last year. We figured it was either a field of weeds or a field of.......something. So grapes it is. We picked Malbec for two reasons. First, the Malbec grape loves our climate which our climate is very similar to Mendoza, Argentina. The mecca of Malbec. The same soil, sun, and about the same latitude. Second, nobody else in our region grows Malbec so there's no "hey,you're stepping into my turf" attitude. Which is key if your going "fit in". Which we already have a hard time fitting in since we got no kids, we're democrats, and we think organized religion is for the birds. I think most of our neighbors put up with us because we don't throw our empty wine bottles in the front yard when we're done with them.



So anyway, we, K2 Vineyards, have about 1500 Malbec vines in their second season of growing. There are vineyards all over our neck of the woods. Our neighbors have a vineyard too. About 3/4 the size of ours. They warned us. The first three years are the hardest, they said. That is an understatement. It better be the hardest, because more than 3 years of hard labor will be the death of me. I've seen better hands on an 80 year old grandmother from Tulsa. Yuck.

Right now the vines looks beautiful, so green and virile, so don't get me wrong. Ultimately, I think it was the right thing to do. It's just now everytime I look out there, I don't see what those who don't own the vineyard do. If you came over, you'd relax on our back porch with a glass of Malbec in hand, and bathe yourself in the views of the desert mountains contrasted to the deep green of the happy vines.

Unfortunately, I see something different. I don't enjoy the beauty and calm of the vineyard nearly as much as I think "Look at all those weeds! Geez, I gotta get those vines in the back up on the wire. When do we need to water again?" Oh well, what are you gonna do?