A Vineyard in Napa. Doug Shafer

A Vineyard in Napa - Doug Shafer


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Those who tried it said it was tasty, but then again they were probably pairing it with squirrel.

      In the decades that followed, pioneer vintners such as Charles Krug followed Yount’s lead and established one vineyard after another, and a wine country began to emerge from a wilderness.

      Like the sites established by Yount, Krug, and Patchett, all the first vineyards were planted, sensibly, on the Valley floor. The land was flat and easy to work, plus the Napa River and its various tributaries offered reliable sources of water.

      The first hillside vineyard was planted by a German immigrant named Jacob Schram in the 1860s. Though vines had been planted on hillsides in the Mediterranean world for centuries, it was a first here. And it took some doing. Schram had to clear dense forest on Diamond Mountain near Calistoga in order to establish his vines, which he dry-farmed—meaning that he didn’t attempt to irrigate them.

      The old Mexican land grants, which had been populated mostly by cattle, were cut into parcels and sold as quickly as buyers could snap them up.

      Just to the south of present-day Shafer was the property of Horace B. Chase, a wealthy Chicago merchant who built a castle-like manor house, which he called Stag’s Leap. Terrill Grigsby and family bought vineyard land throughout the Valley and built a beautiful stone winery, just south of Chase’s property, called Occidental, still in use today at Regusci Winery.

      Terrill Grigsby was a leading light in that viticultural heyday and something of American royalty. His father was a nephew of General William Henry Harrison and had fought with him in the War of 1812. Harrison later became the ninth U.S. president.

      While numerous colorful stories and key records survive from this period, no one today knows the origins of the name Stag’s Leap. According to a story that’s been handed down for generations, a band of hunters long ago were closing in on a stag that eluded them by leaping from one crag on the palisades to the next.

      It’s plausible that both the myth and the name were dreamed up by Chase and/or his wife, Minnie. The area was, and still is, home to a lot of deer (as we would later discover), and the term “leap” shows up in various place-names often associated with steep, rocky cliffs, such as Huntsman’s Leap and Byard’s Leap in England, the Priest’s Leap in Ireland, Ivy’s Leap in southern Australia, and so on.

      (About one-third of the original 75 acres owned by Staggs is now our Borderline Vineyard, a source of Cabernet Sauvignon for us, located along Silverado Trail.)

      What this means is that the name could be the result of clever word-play, working in both the stag’s myth and the Staggs’ neighbor. Pioneers had a sense of humor, after all, when they weren’t whacking each other with shovels.

      By the early 1890s, a national economic downturn was hurting the wine industry in a big way, but the darker player was a near-microscopic, root-attacking insect called phylloxera. This menace had already devastated the vineyards of France, an apocalypse so complete that in Stevenson’s Silverado Squatters he movingly laments what he sees as the end of centuries of French winemaking altogether. Now hordes of these tiny bugs did their worst here. Within a few years of phylloxera’s arrival, Horace Chase had lost 50 of his 57 acres of wine grapes. Winery owners throughout the Valley were turning to new crops, including watermelons, olives, almonds, and peaches (walnuts and prunes became widespread in the century that followed).

      Things got so bad that the Bank of Napa is listed in 1895 as the owner of a great deal of acreage throughout the Valley as the result of repossession.

      In short order the dreams of many of those first wine pioneers were extinguished. After phylloxera, even with successful replanting between 1898 and World War I, the doom of the Napa Valley wine business was sealed with the era of Prohibition in 1919.

      The landscape became dotted with ghost wineries. The mountain vineyards of Jacob Schram and the Beringers were reclaimed by the forest. Much of what had been a massive, thriving industry lay dormant, waiting for another cycle and another generation.