Farm Boy

Over 100 years ago, my great-grandfather homesteaded in the Yakima River Valley, in the heart of what is now Washington’s Wine Country. I grew up there with farmers: men who took care of crops, animals, land and families. As a boy, I dreamed of being one of them.  I spent countless hours playing in their shadows and walking in their footsteps, while listening to their tales of the way it used to be.  Today, I share the history, passion and love for the area that has been passed down for generations, through the artistic expression of my wines. This is the fruit of our land, carefully nurtured and hand-crafted into a wine that expresses all of the pride in–and love for–my family, our work and this land.


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