‘I ride over my beautiful ranch. The air is wine. The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smolders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive. I am filled with dreams and mysteries..’ Jack London  – one of America’s great novelists – was clearly in love with the area just North of San Francisco where he and his wife bought some land, built a farm, raised some pigs and created a piece of paradise now know as Jack London State Historic Park…click here for the full article published in America Magazine issue #1 – spring 2017