These past few weeks have been full of the crush. Long days and long nights.
At one point last week, before the end of the night and after a couple days of it, we were feeling pretty beat. We still had a few more tons to process, and the combination of fatigue, cold, beer, and darkness led to strange giddiness.
I asked my good friend Nelson--of Karamoor fame, who had just brought some Merlot--why we do this. Why do we out ourselves through this small bit of insanity?
"Because it's what we do," he said. And he's right.
Some may go on, waxing poetic about how the wine drives them to make it. Some may just be going through the paces of employment. But for some of us, it's just what we do. What we have to do. Because it's who we are.