Winter 2003 Forward to a Friend



By Lori Erickson


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




Sonoma County is 35 miles north
of San Francisco, California.


California River Tours (kayaking)
(707) 579-2209
www.calrivers.com

Getaway Adventures
(biking/kayaking/hiking)
(800) 499-2453 – www.getawayadventures.com

Scala’s
(707) 887-7098

Sonoma County Tourism
(800) 380-5392 – www.sonomacounty.com



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ou may know it for its wine, but California’s Sonoma County has an appeal that extends far beyond grapes. A spectacular, rugged coastline, majestic redwood forests, idyllic farms, the scenic Russian River, colorful farmers’ markets and some of the nation’s finest restaurants make this region north of San Francisco a feast for all the senses.

My husband maintains that the reason I remain so enthralled by Sonoma County, California, is a certain handsome, Italian-born waiter named Guilliano.

“What do you mean?” I protest. “I loved the seacoast, the kayaking, the biking, the restaurants, the–”

“And Guilliano,” he interrupts.

“So maybe he’s part of it,” I admit, getting a bit dreamy-eyed as I think back to the meal we enjoyed in Scala’s, a restaurant in the small Sonoma town of Graton. “Call me shallow, but having a handsome young man sing to me in Italian is going to get my attention. Especially when he’s bearing pasta.”

Guilliano wasn’t the only surprise awaiting me in Sonoma. It is a land both wild and manicured, a place of tiny farms as well as grand estates, gleaming luxury cars parked next to rusting VW vans painted in psychedelic colors. Its small towns are quintessentially American – until you happen to wander into a little restaurant like Scala’s that seems to have been transported from southern Italy. Sonoma is full of unexpected delights.



A Land of Contrasts


When God was passing out beautiful landscape, someone from Sonoma must have pulled a fast one and sneaked back through the line several times. How else can one explain such a varied set of landscapes within just one county? Redwood forests, dramatic seacoast, bucolic farmland, open cattle and sheep ranges and tree-covered mountains make Sonoma one of the most diverse counties in the nation.

This diversity of landscape, in fact, helps account for the success of Sonoma’s wine industry. A patchwork of microclimates makes this one of the world’s most perfect wine-growing regions. Today more than 200 wineries operate in Sonoma, ranging from large operations that produce many thousands of gallons each year to small, family-run establishments of just a few acres.

Though wineries dot the landscape in Sonoma, the county offers many other enticements to visitors. While a taste for wine is optional here, what is far more necessary is a willingness to slow down, relax and open your senses. Like a fine wine, Sonoma is a place best savored slowly.

Or so we found on our recent trip to Sonoma. We began our first day by driving west out of the busy city traffic of Santa Rosa on Highway 12. Within a few miles the urban environment opened into a magical panorama of tree-covered hills shrouded in mist, the morning sun just beginning to shine through the fog that often blankets Sonoma in the early hours.

We knew we had chosen the right route when we came upon Wild Flour Bread, located just across the street from the Osmosis Enzyme Bath (both situated on the aptly named Bohemian Highway). As we stepped inside its door, the aroma of baking bread filled our nostrils.

“The only thing better than a drive down winding country roads is a drive down those roads eating a scone still warm from the oven,” I said to my husband as we got back in the car a few minutes later, relishing my first taste of a cranberry and orange-flavored scone.



Our breakfast proved a fitting omen for the day. Our meandering route down the Bohemian Highway and Coleman Valley Road took us past quaint general stores and overflowing antique stores, underneath canopies of redwoods and cedars and past fields of ripening grapes and grazing sheep.

As we neared the coast, the landscape changed yet again, this time to open range land nearly devoid of trees. The smell of salt greeted us as we began our descent to the ocean, driving down a steep, winding road of hairpin turns.

At last the rugged seacoast of Sonoma County lay before us, a landscape of rocky cliffs, crashing surf and secluded beaches. California Highway 1, one of the world’s most scenic routes, beckoned us onward. Winding like a serpent as it hugs the seacoast, the road’s bends bring one spectacular vista after another.

Eager to explore on foot as well as by car, near Bodega Bay we hiked a coastal path above the ocean, watching fishing boats chug by below us as raucous gulls flew overhead. The wind blew in great gusts about us, exhilarating in its power.

Back on the road again after our hike, our day ended with a visit to yet another natural wonder of Sonoma County, the old-growth redwood forest in Armstrong State Reserve near Guerneville. Walking amid the magnificent giants, we felt like we had wandered into a dimly lit, living cathedral. We marveled at trees that were already ancient when the Spaniards first came to this region in the early 17th century, growing from seeds that had taken root when Charlemagne ruled Europe. Sitting amid the hushed silence of the forest was truly a holy experience.



Outdoor Adventures

The next day we returned to the Guerneville area for another outdoor adventure, this one powered by our arms. The Russian River that flows through Sonoma County is one of California’s most scenic waterways, particularly the lower section as it nears the ocean near Jenner. In our rented kayaks we launched into the water a few miles from the river’s mouth, first paddling upstream for an hour to view an area where dozens of osprey nests lined the trees near the river.

Turning our boats around, we headed back toward the ocean. We knew we were approaching the mouth of the river as we started to spot harbor seals, sleek beasts that were sunning themselves on rocks and partially submerged logs.

“This is a great place for seals because there are so many fish near the river’s mouth,” our guide, Seth Murchison, explained, pointing out even more of the skillfully camouflaged animals than we had been able to spot.

Steady paddling at last brought us to Jenner, a small village that clings to the hillside above the ocean. In a sheltered cove we feasted on a shore lunch of pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, freshly baked sourdough bread and a tossed salad made with locally grown produce. After the exertions of the morning, the food tasted like ambrosia.

Finally, on our last day in Sonoma we headed south to explore another region of this varied county, the evocatively named Valley of the Moon. After driving past exquisitely maintained vineyards, many dominated by huge mansions, we entered the charming town of Sonoma. Here a Spanish flavor reigns, reflective of the town’s origins as the site of the northernmost of California’s 21 missions. The 1824-built adobe church still stands at the edge of the large, shaded plaza that forms the town’s center.

After a tour of the history exhibits inside the Mission San Francisco Solano de Sonoma, we hopped on bikes to further explore the area. Our meandering route on country roads took us past vineyards heavy with ripe fruit. Stopping for a sample, we were amazed at the intensity of the flavor.

“Grapes meant for wine are far more succulent than table grapes,” explained Lance Ruttledge, our guide for the trip.

Our tour eventually took us to the Bartholomew Park Winery, one of the oldest in California. There we sampled wine from the vineyards and cheese from the nearby Vella Cheese Company, a family-owned company founded in 1931. Delicately flavored mezzo secco, asiago and dry jack perfectly complemented the flavors of the wine, a delectable treat after our hours of biking.


Our time in Sonoma ended with yet another shift of landscape, this time to Italy. Over dinner at Scala’s in the small village of Graton, our waiter Guilliano took us to Naples, floating on a carpet of gnocchi, capellini and scallopini.

“I’ll be dreaming of Sonoma once we get back home,” I told my husband as we headed back to our hotel.

“Dream all you want,” he replied with a grin. “As long as Guilliano stays in California.”

Lori Erickson has written about destinations ranging from Costa Rica and Ireland to Japan from her home in Iowa City, Iowa.

For more information on Sonoma County, visit our Online Exclusive.