We drove up to Pumpkin Ridge vineyard in North Plains to get some Riesling. It's late in the year (although the weather is gorgeous) and there was a lot of mold on the grapes. Elly is here inspecting a cluster deciding whether to cut out any sections. Some berries were light green with black speckled spots, some were blushing a light purple, some berries were withering up and were dark purple, and then some were burst open and covered with a green powdery mold. Botrytis? Maybe, but we cut it all off. We were joined by two dogs, one of them named Boomer, some kind of duck hunting dog, who got very excited seeing us. I found a tennis ball and was throwing it for him. The other dog was a collie and would sit quietly watching us cut grapes.