Fast forward a few months later when I am on a press trip of sorts, driving from Napa all the way up to Portland with little time to breathe in between. I was bouncing between wineries like a ping pong ball being hit by Forest Gump. Most of the time I didn’t know exactly where I was because I am not familiar with the area or what is connected to what.
On my way to an appointment, I pass a sign that says “Bells Up Winery”. No way! I’m going to pop by on my way back for the evening and see if I can connect. Who knows. Sometimes serendipity is the magic we need to pay more attention to.
On my way back, I stop in. Look around and then phone the Specters who graciously came out to talk to me and offer a tasting.