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My First Experience at an Organic Winery…Part 1

After walking on the beach at Bandon, OR with friends and taking pictures of everything from tiny fish in tide pools to footprints in the sand at sunset, with Face Rock in the foreground, it was time to head toward I-5 and Eugene.

On our way we stopped in Coquille, OR to have a tire replaced.  While we were waiting, we walked around the town and took pictures of some the building-sized murals that depict the town as it was around the turn of the twentieth century.  The drive back to I-5 was pleasant, with lots of small towns along the way.  
 
We stayed the night in Eugene at our son and daughter-in-law’s.  The next morning, after getting up early to visit, we were on the road to Carlton, OR and an organic winery.  With changes in our schedule happening almost daily, and sometimes by the minute, we didn’t know if we’d get back to Eugene and thought it would be good to visit while we had the chance. 

On the way to Carlton, we made a side trip through Marcola and Sweet Home to sight see.  After a nice leisurely drive, we stopped at a manufactured home factory in Millersburg, OR (nice name for a town) where our friends in Bandon had bought their home.

With visiting before we left Eugene, we’d gotten on the road later than planned.  By the time we’d gotten the tour and the sales pitch at the factory, it was 5:00.  Lots had changed since our last trip through that part of Oregon, and we had to stop more than once to ask directions.  Most of those we talked to about directions had no more idea about the area than we did.  Finally, we found a parking lot and Celinda went into an insurance office.  They set us straight and we got to Carlton, which would be our place of residence for the next few days…maybe.       

When we got to the farm house at the winery, there was a note on the door that said the owner wouldn’t be home until late, or possibly not until the next morning.  The note also told us to make ourselves at home and that there was food in the refrigerator.

While we were making dinner, a girl named Katie who’d WWOOFed there before (World Wide Opportunities On Organic Farms  www.WWOOF.org) drove into the driveway and came in the house. She said she was working at a dairy down the road, liked being at the the winery better but needed to make some money.  Katie took us on a tour, wrote a note to the owner and then drove off.  We made dinner, put our sleeping bags down in the attic and debated whether we wanted to stay or go on down the road. The farmhouse was old and both of us had an allergic reaction to something in the house.  There was also a lot of traffic on the road and neither of us slept very well.  
 
In the morning I talked with Felix, the owner, and told him we’d have to see how things went during the day before we could make up our minds whether to stay or go because of the allergic reactions we were having.  After a few hours outside working in the garden, we decided to pitch the tent, stay another day and see if the problem solved itself.  If it did, we’d stay the full three days and then go back to Turner, OR to visit with Celinda’s cousin. We had planned to stop there on the way, but a death in the family changed those plans too.

The first day at the organic winery, we weeded, I dug potatoes, prepared two beds, planted beets in one and leek sets in the other. Celinda mulched the pathways with straw, tied up tomato plants and planted some of the leeks I didn’t have room for.

After working in the garden until 3:00, I took a shower and ate lunch while Celinda went for a walk. The first night had been quite a bit less than we’d hoped for, the day in the garden had turned out OK so we decided to wait and see how the night went.  Changing plans had become a part of our lives and we had lots of options. 

When we were on the tour with Katie the evening before, we’d seen a nice grassy spot by a pond that looked like a good place to pitch our tent.  The problem was, Katie told us that she’d tented it while there and couldn’t sleep by the pond, as big bull frogs croaked all night and kept her awake. 

Our options seemed to be, hit the road, sleep where we’d had the allergic reaction or listen to bull frogs all night.  That changed after Celinda came back from her walk.  Continued in part 2.

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Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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