(Originally published in the online literary magazine, CappyG)
Mountains define a valley. I had been to Napa valley many times; I even proposed marriage there; but I never ventured far from the valley floor. And eventually, for me, the valley had become an unpleasant, crowded, tourist Mecca: gridlock traffic, expensive tasting fees, and buses—more cheese than wine. So for years I had been venturing further up into Sonoma and Mendocino, searching for that old wine-country feel.
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