These trees were already ancient when the first trade routes moved through this land, long before logging camps and rail lines tried (and failed) to tame it.
Northern California is generous with its beauty, but the romance here reveals itself in increments: fog fingers drifting down into a valley, the smell of salt and eucalyptus in the breeze, a long lunch that turns into dinner.
Yountville continues to walk a fine line between indulgence and intimacy. While some spaces have grown grander in the past decade or so, others remain grounded.
