<em><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">(Editor’s note: This is the third in a series of college-application essays organized by graduating senior and Index-Tribune intern Jesse Summers as part of his senior project. The essays are unique snapshots of life through the eyes of SVHS students.)</span></em>
<strong>By Erica Larson</strong>
One-hour northeast of San Francisco, at the southern end of the Sonoma Valley, in the heart of the Northern California wine country, there is a winery.
It’s just off the Carneros Highway, down a tree-lined gravel road with vineyards. Visitors to this place will see an old redwood barn on the left and, if they continue on along Sonoma Creek, a historic yellow Steamboat Captain’s house on the right. There are sheep and pygmy goats, as well as three Labradors, the official ambassadors of the Larson Family Winery.
These 101 acres of land have been in my family for more than 120 years. It’s the place I call home.