*** * *** The Anderson Valley: Behind the Redwoods, a California Dream Terrence McCarthy for The New York Times A
bucolic moment in the Anderson Valley.
OONVILLE, Calif. WHEN you turn off busy Route 101 at Cloverdale and head up into the hills, you leave one world behind and enter another. The lumberyard, gas stations and fast-food joints quickly disappear as Route 128 twists its way northwest through scrawny, moss-covered trees. Only a scattering of houses can be seen. Forests of evergreens begin to appear as you drop down the western slope of the coastal ridge into the Anderson Valley, California's own Shangri-La. After passing through downtown Boonville, all seven blocks and 974 souls of it, you start to see grapevines growing in orderly ranks. But this is a vineyard region with a difference, still largely untouched by developers and weekenders. In Napa and Sonoma, the landed gentry drive Range Rovers and wear loafers; here they drive pickups and wear muddy boots. It is, as Bruce C. Cass observes mildly in "The Oxford Companion to the Wines of North America," "an isolated and somewhat eccentric district." Early
in the last century, the locals developed a lingo that they call "boontling,"
in which Boonville is called "Boont" and Philo, the only other town
of significance, is called "Poleeko." A few people still speak it.
But the wines are the big noise in the valley, and the big money-spinner. Roederer Estate, owned by the French Champagne house of the same name, produces what many experts (and many enthusiasts, like me) consider the best American sparkling wine, and Navarro bottles a range of outstanding still wines, including a luscious late-harvest gewürztraminer with hints of litchi. It
is geography that makes the vineyards here special. Unlike the Napa
and Sonoma Valleys, the Anderson Valley opens onto the Pacific Ocean
at its far end, and its floor slopes from 1,300 feet above sea level
in the southeast to 800 feet in the northwest. Fog slides up the valley
in the mornings, slowing the ripening process, to the benefit of cool-weather
northern European grape varieties like riesling, pinot noir and chardonnay.
"We
feel a little like Oregonians," said Milla Handley of Handley Cellars,
one of the pioneering Anderson Valley operations, which she and her
husband, Rex McClellan, started 21 years ago in their basement. "We
love where we live. There is something comforting about the isolation
of the Anderson Valley. It's small and finite, defined by the mountains.
We can live by ourselves. "There's a strong community spirit - the true
hippies, the old loggers, the winos like us, the commune people, we
all play softball together, we all take part in the variety show every
year. We don't hate visitors, not at all, but we don't want to see the
valley overrun by tourists or grapes.
THIRTY years ago, Louis Roederer of Reims, which produces the luxurious
Cristal Champagne, went looking for a place to make sparkling wine in
the New World. Its chairman, Jean-Claude Rouzaud, sought growing conditions
as close as possible to those in France. After scouring New Zealand
and Tasmania, he chose California, but not the Napa Valley, as most
of his competitors did. "Here in the backwoods he found a good balance
between heat in the daytime and cool temperatures at night and in the
early morning," said Arnaud Weyrich, the 33-year-old Alsatian who is
scheduled later this year to take over as winemaker from Michel Salgues,
who is retiring. Although the soil here differs from that in Champagne, and lime must be added to lower its acidity every two or three years, Roederer's basic California fizz, known as Roederer Estate brut, can be hard to distinguish from the old-country product. Pale, complex and truly dry, it contains a generous proportion of reserve wines, aged up to five years, as well as wines of the current harvest. The brut bottled in magnum is markedly richer and creamier. Roederer also makes a rosé here, which has more body than most, and a magnificent vintage brut called L'Ermitage, which is comparable to Cristal in its finesse. Made only in the best years, it has tiny bubbles and deliciously yeasty and nutlike flavors. Navarro is an entirely different bunch of grapes, planted in 1975 by Ted Bennett, who had made a fortune in the retail stereo business. Experts like Darryl Corti, the Sacramento wine and food maven, told him he'd never sell his gewürztraminer (and other aromatic varieties in which he wanted to specialize) through conventional channels. So he developed innovative techniques. The Mendocino coast, north of here, was just becoming a destination resort at the time, and Mr. Bennett persuaded people headed there from San Francisco to stop and buy at his tasting room. His wife, Deborah Cahn, an advertising copywriter, began turning out a stylish, witty quarterly newsletter. The Internet beckoned. And restaurants like Ducasse in New York and Peristyle in New Orleans came shopping
"In addition to bargain-basement chardonnays, crisp pinot gris, ethereal
gewürztraminers and zingy rieslings, Navarro makes excellent pinot noirs,
light-bodied but subtle and age worthy, from grapes grown high on the
slopes above the winery, where they are exposed to the cool maritime
breezes. Milla Handley, a great-granddaughter of the founder of Blitz-Weinhard, a regionally renowned brewery in Portland, Ore., graduated from the nation's premier oenological school, at the University of California at Davis. Politically aware and socially active, she operates according to firm principles. She said she is absolutely determined, for example, "never to buy grapes for $3,500 a ton from some yuppie grower, which would put my wines beyond reach of the average consumer." "The Handley Cellars press kit says: "Milla encourages balance between work and family by promoting a family-friendly atmosphere that leads to the gathering of employees' children after school, and flexible scheduling to accommodate family priorities." Now there's the authentic Anderson Valley ethos speaking. My
own favorites among Ms. Handley's wines are the lean, slightly mineral
Anderson Valley chardonnay, which tastes more European than Californian,
with none of the overripe butterscotch flavor produced in hot climates,
and a pinot noir with overtones of ripe cherries, which she terms "the
challenging child." Others have other specialties. Husch, whose gewürz was the first Anderson Valley wine I ever tasted, 25 years ago, still does a fine job with that grape. Greenwood Ridge excels at merlot and zinfandel. Lazy Creek's young owners make highly concentrated pinot noir from the fruit of old vines.THE local weekly, The Anderson Valley Advertiser, is as unconventional as the valley itself. Its editorial philosophy may be deduced from its front-page mottos, "Peace to the cottages! War on the palaces!" and "All happy, none rich, none poor." Not surprisingly, the local establishment, such as it is, doesn't agree very often with the paper's feisty self-description: "The country weekly that tells it like it is!" Its editor is Bruce Anderson, 63, a tall, bearded, surprisingly courtly man who sports a beat-up fedora much like the one Averell Harriman used to wear. He prints 4,000 copies of each issue, some of which go to subscribers who live as far away as New England. In addition to printing the kinds of local tidbits that once filled many American newspapers, plus two or three pages full of readers' letters, he runs a column for the marijuana crowd called "CannabiNotes" and a weekly essay by Alexander Cockburn, the left-wing British journalist, who lives up the coast in Humboldt County. But the paper's staple is long articles excoriating officialdom, local, national and international, contributed by freelancers who relish seeing their stuff run uncut. (Mr. Anderson pays $25 a piece). One week in early November, targets included American imperialism, the California Fish and Game Commission and President Bush's decision to withhold all federal funds from the United Nations Agency charged with population control and maternal care. Mr. Anderson is a relentless campaigner. He has hammered away on the case of a friend named Judi Bari, an environmental activist who was killed by a bomb. The bomber, he told me, "is still unpunished, and no serious effort has ever been made to find the truth, 12 years down the road." He suspects her former husband. Sometimes The Advertiser goes off the deep end, but always entertainingly. For months, Mr. Anderson promoted the idea that a certain Wanda Tinasky, who wrote regular letters to the paper, was in reality the reclusive novelist Thomas Pynchon, and that Mr. Pynchon was living in hiding somewhere in the region. "In fact," the editor said, "Tinasky was nothing but an erudite old hippie who later murdered his wife and killed himself. I was wrong - at book length." The general air of zaniness in the valley is enhanced by boontling. Despite the efforts of Heidi Haughy Cusick of the Mendocino County Alliance, we never managed to find a boontling speaker. But the lingo is all around you. A cafe in Boonville is called "Horn of Zeese" (cup of coffee), a booth on the main drag is labeled "Buckey Walter" (pay phone) and fanciers of the grape refer to good wine as "bahl seep." Handley makes a gewürz-riesling blend called Brightlighter, which means city folk in boontling. There is plenty of "bahl gorms" (good food) in the valley. On the more casual side, Boonville's Redwood Drive In produces a knockout Ortega burger, made with an Ortega chili and pepper Jack cheese, and Libby's Restaurant in Philo, a funky Tex-Mex place with a hand-lettered "Mendocino County Mobilization for Peace" sign in the window, makes everything from scratch - mole sauce, guacamole and vibrant salsa fresca. It also stocks 25 local wines. Johnny Schmitt, son of the French Laundry's old proprietors, runs the 10-bedroom Boonville Hotel, which from the outside looks like something on the Paramount back lot, with a broad, two-tiered cowtown veranda. Inside, it's Sante Fe - all autumnal colors, sisal rugs and updated Shaker-style furniture - plus a good dining room. Mr. Schmitt doesn't mess around at the range. He coaxes real flavors from real ingredients: a rich tomato and white bean soup with spicy sausage, a Caesar salad with superlative romaine (after all, this is California, folks), a thin-crust pizza with cherry tomatoes and killer applewood-smoked bacon, and a rare rib-eye steak and mushrooms on a bed of spinach with proper horseradish cream. After that feed, there was nothing to do but drive back to the coast, where we were staying, along the glassy Navarro River and through a canyon of second-growth redwoods. Stumps the size of Volkswagens stood among the trees that towered above our heads. The ground was carpeted in fallen red needles, and the air smelled spicy. The Pacific was foaming and churning when we approached the Elk Cove Inn, our local headquarters, in the waterside hamlet of Elk. As the sky spun through its kaleidoscopic changes, from gold to pink to lavender, fearsome waves crashed into offshore rocks that looked to us like Monet haystacks that had drifted out to sea. "Perfection," said Mrs. A, who can never resist a good sunset.
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