The first full day of our Temecula press trip began with a precarious drive up to the Wild Horse Peak Vineyard. Of course, I was sitting on the side of the bus with the mountain drop off views. Deep breaths. I kept my head down and prayed for a safe ascent. Mind you, I have climbed Machu Picchu in Peru, and that bus ride up is much more precarious. But I find as I get older, the things that never scared me, have started to. Alas, we reached the top and enjoyed fresh air and sunshine, surrounded by vines and trees.