Climbing Fiona Hill
Porter creek is one of my favorite wineries. The wine, hella distinctive, hella biodynamic and hella hard to come by. We first visited Porter Creek six years ago on the recommendation of those silly guys at The Wine Road, well they could not have been more spot on.
Porter Creek sits in the back roads of Sonoma
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So one day, Clifford apparently decided it was time for us to be sporty and not just laze around in tasting rooms all day like winos or something. Porter Creek has a great hillside vineyard on the tasting room property called Fiona Hill, and they make a single-vineyard Pinot Noir from the grapes grown there. They’ve also recently become certified biodynamic, so they use some hella ancient and unique farming techniques on the vines (mostly seems to involve planting various materials encased in weird cow parts over the winter or summer, digging it up, and adding it to the compost used on the vineyards). There are only 450 certified biodynamic vineyards in the world, according to the wizards at wikipedia.
So he decides it would be a GREAT idea to hike up to the top of Fiona Hill (we’d ask permission, of course), and they would probably definitely allow us to do that because the winemaker and the vineyard manager and all the … what are they called, farm hands? that’s probably really wrong, but sorry I’ve been drinking … so anyway, everyone else in the whole world has already tramped their way up there, so no biggie if we just follow an established path, right? He was so sure that they would let us do this. He inspected the vineyard with google earth, then he used it to check out the view from the top, then he made me look at it too, then he made me look at the panoramic 360 view, etc. I think this was in an effort to get me more excited about hiking up this little hill.
Okay, I’m game, I’ll pack my boots. There’s no way in hell they’re going to let us wander through the vines up their signature hill, but yes, we’ll ask. But as the weekend approached, there began to be warnings of epic, torrential rain storms hitting Sonoma and Marin counties. Thursday afternoon, he was saying it would be no big deal, don’t worry! Friday afternoon there was severe flooding all over Marin, the kind where people think they’re being cheeky by kayaking to the grocery store. He began to be not so sure that we could really hike on Saturday. My incessant taunting and the horrendous weather combined to make him question his conviction that we could definitely climb Fiona Hill that weekend.
Saturday turned out to be pretty sunny and nice, but when we got to Sonoma, some of the roads were flooded, and everything was ridiculously muddy. Sighhh, we just had to laze around in tasting rooms like warm reptiles. Tragedy! And I promise we will go on another hike another day, sweetie!