Lobo Hills Wine

It’s hard to know where Lobo Hills started. Did it start with the driver not seeing Tony on his bike that sunny April day? His recovery included a realignment of priorities as well as bones. Or did it occur the day we rode along the vineyards of Napa Valley, half-joking to ourselves that “This is it, this is where we’re going to be!” on our honeymoon? It would be thirty years before we would make wine of our own. Was it Tony’s stint as wine steward at Canlis, or the time on the road in the VW van? Perhaps it was the day we sold our first shipment of wine to QFC which, incidentally, was also the day Tony was laid off of his job of four years.

The beginning is perhaps hard to trace because we have always known deep down that we were made to do something different. Something on our own. The path wasn’t always obvious, and the route has seen twists and turns, but the cardinal direction has always been true. It’s why when Tony came home and said “I’ve got good news and bad news,” Diana’s response was, “this is a sign that you need to keep making wine.” The panic waited till the next day, but the belief never wavered. It’s this belief that keeps us making wine, and making new friends with whom we share it. What’s your cardinal direction? We hope you’ll share your path with us the next time you visit.