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The planter
Ten to forty acres, decomposed granite, a well with real numbers behind it. Barbera in the ground by the second spring. Bonded by year five, or never — both are fine here.
Field notes · § I
Not a town.
Not a town.
A valley with a road through it.
Shenandoah Valley is the rarest thing in California wine: a serious appellation that never got discovered, never got priced out, and never stopped being farmland.
Gold miners planted the first vines here in the 1850s to keep themselves supplied. When the gold went, the vines stayed — and because Amador was too remote to be worth ripping out during Prohibition, some of those plantings are still in the ground. The Original Grandpère Vineyard, off Steiner Road, has been producing Zinfandel since 1869. It is the oldest documented Zinfandel planting in the United States.
What you buy here is not a Main Street. It's a ridge, a draw, a stand of blue oaks, and a view down a valley where every third driveway ends at a crush pad. Plymouth — pop. 1,073, two stoplights' worth of town — is the front door. Fiddletown is the back one. Everything between is granite, decomposed granite, and a hundred and seventy years of somebody's grandfather being right about where to plant.
Who the Valley is for —
02
The Sacramento escapee
Fifty minutes from Fair Oaks, and the commute runs the wrong way against traffic. Keeps the Sacramento job, trades the cul-de-sac for a ridge.
03
The hospitality buyer
Looking for the guest cottage, the event lawn, the barn with power to it. Amador's short-term-rental market runs hot every harvest and every wedding season.
04
The land holder
Buying acreage with water, an ag exemption, and a fence line that predates the county. Not building yet. Fully intends to.
