The next few pictures are of the old-fashioned redwood tank Robert and I restored. Here I'm scraping off all the old glue so it will seal properly.
The glue we used has been around for a few thousand years: Just flower and water.
Before we took it apart, I numbered the staves so that we could put them back on in the exact same order.
We had way more dough/glue than we needed so we weren't shy about using copious amounts for each stave.
The trick is to get them all in place and get the hoop on without any of them falling over.
Robert's dealing with a problem stave. There were a couple that just didn't want to be cooperative.
After it was all built I kept the hose on it for several hours. The wood swelling up what we were couting on to make it seal.
A couple of days later Robert and I patched up the gaps that weren't being sealed by the swollen wood.
I was sitting on the stacks of bottled wine while I filled the tanks with sulphur. Thought it was a cool picture.
Working at the winery one-handed isn't easy. Neither is typing this caption. I broke it falling off my bike.
I had to go through a lot to get a digital copy of this so I could show you guys. I know it's not dramatic but it's debilitating.
I bought this waterproof cast protector so I can still do wet jobs. It has a little balloon to vacuum seal it.
Man. It's impossible to look cool wearing this thing...
The new guys looking out of the bottling truck window. When it's a hundred degrees and you're in the truck, you're grateful it's there.
The first Deerfield grapes of 2009 have arrived! Four tons of delicious Pinot Noir grapes.
Ryan watches as the forklift approaches, bringing the first of the grapes to the sorting table.
Salvador gets ready to rake the grapes into the hopper at a pace that's good for the sorters below.
Ryan looks over each and every bunch, pulling out over or under ripe grapes or any other grapes that don't live up to Deerfield standards.
I guess I'm just excited...
Usually 3 guys were on bunch sorting. After the grapes are de-stemmed they are further sorted.
While the bins are filled, dry ice is typically added to create a blanket of CO2 to keep oxygen away from the vulnerable juice.
Jaime Kutch's beautiful foot is pictured here. He is tenderly mixing the dry ice with the grapes.
Salvador and I prepared the equipment for crush. Not bad for a couple of rookie rats.
The whole crush set up is ready to go. Dumper -> Sorting table -> De-stemmer -> Shaking table -> Another sorting table.
Everyone hard at work at the tables.
Ryan learns how to rack while I work on the sorting table.
This little guy hung out with us all morning, fluttering around sipping on the wine with his probiscus. Seriously.
This is a historic picture. I'm punching down the first bin for the first time of 2009. I'll do this hundreds of times by the end of havest.
Everyone does their part and the work at the sorting table flows like clockwork.
At the end of the day we end up with an entire dumptruck full of grape stems. That's a lot of grapes.
I meant it.
Looking snazzy in those waterproof overalls.
We like to have fun on the job.
After the press squeezes every last drop of juice from the grape skins the pumice is dumped in our compost pile in the vineyard.
Throwing up the horns while pumping over. That's some mad skills.
At Camp Deerfield we lack proper showers. After a long day of work young men can be quite fragrant so we straped the hi-pressure water hose to a ladder.
Picking out anything that doesn't belong is part of what makes an outstanding wine. It can make you dizzy staring at the moving table for hours though.
Filling the barrels with a new wine is a very satisfying operation.
Everyone has their own system. Bringing everything with you at once saves valuable time.
Ok this is just a cool picture.
Every two full macro bins constitutes one TON of grapes.
The tables need to be constantly rearranged as they tend to move around on the slippery floor.
I took to chewin on a grape stem as I worked. With so many to choose from only the best qualified.
Cecelia wisely chose to give the crew a full hour lunch break because of the extremely long work days.
Ripened to perfection.
I'm siphoning the junk out of some Sauv Blanc must that nobody wanted to make my own wine.
Here it is in it's glory. Ten gallons of juice that would have otherwise been thrown down the drain.
Half way through fermentation I was unsure of whether the wine would be drinkable...
This pump uses nitrogen to create pressure in the barrel to pump the wine instead of using an air pump to suck it out. This way no air touches the wine.
It sure got dirty fast.
It's a beautiful drive up to the winery past a natural pond and an environmentally protected wetland.
These beautiful rides have a minibar.
A skilled forklift driver is needed here. Not a drop of juice is wasted in this operation.
This is the control panel that operates the press. It can create customized schedules that operate with great acccuracy. It also is known to break at the most inconvenient moments possible.
Adding dry ice to some Chardonnay. Trying to cool it down so that the fermentation goes more slowly.
Kinda reminds me of those games in the Sunday funnies where you have to follow the squiggly line.
This was a fantastic event at Deerfield. A live Taiko drum show and then a movie in the vineyard. I can't wait until next year!
The first step of our on-site water treatment facility. This removes the solids from the water and dumps in the bucket so we can later compost it.
You pump that bin over.
Don't want to get any of the sticky juice on my cast. That color sure is amazing though.