Fifty miles west
and south of here is Placerville ( pronounced like glass). Placerville
was an important town during the gold rush of 1849. Gold was to be found in the creeks and rivers
of the area having been washed down from the surrounding rocks.
The gold ran out,
of course, and the miners moved to another place. The town shrunk. Today Placerville
is fueled by tourist gold. Highway 50 runs
through it. People hurry by on their way to and from Lake
Tahoe . I hope they stop.
Nearby, to the south
is the Amador wine country, and area lower then Placerville
but above the valley
of Sacramento . As one person put it, “This area is above the
fog and below the snow.” An area, it
seems, that is perfect for growing grapes.
And going grapes is what happens here.
In this altitude zone of lots of small and large hills, there is a
winery in every direction. Neat fields
of green stretch up and over each bump of land and many of the hilltops are
locations of shady farms and wineries beckoning you to stop and sip. And so we did.
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