Quotes About Sonoma

I spent my summers in Sonoma at my grandfather's ranch, we called it Rancho Rodeo.

Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma." Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. "Ah... yes. John Green." "Jason Grace." "Whatever," the god said.

Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma. Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. Ah... yes. John Green. Jason Grace. Whatever, the god said.

I love the Sonoma wine community. It's like Pixar - nothing competitive, only supportive. They're always rooting for you.

Wine still tastes for me of the mountaintop of piny woods with a warm spring dawn coming on, and that Spanishy word, Sonoma, is an exotic flavor all to itself.

I try to hike at least three times a week when I'm home in Sonoma County.

I ride over my beautiful ranch. Betwen my legs is a beautiful horse. The air is wine. The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain, wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smolders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive.

After decades of hauling telescopes around in the back of vans and going up to high altitude locations and so forth, I did finally build an observatory, here on Sonoma mountain.