BC Winery Adventures

In a small town in the interior of British Columbia, not far from, but definitely off of the beaten winery path, was an old rundown warehouse.

My friend and I were on the hunt for TH Wines and, to be honest, if the previous winery hadn’t warned us ahead of time I likely would have happily kept on driving past the borderline derelict building. As it was, I parked in the unpaved driveway in what I assume was a parking spot but it was beside an old Ford that was more rust than vehicle.

It took a few minutes but my friend eventually convinced me to get out of the car and look around. There was a sign for TH Wines propped near a door so it seemed we were in the right, if sketchy, place. By this point we were laughing at the absurdity – because compared to the splendor of the previous wineries of the area, this was absurd. And to continue with the absurdity, it was time to take a selfie! Which, in addition to the general silliness of a selfie, had the added benefit of marking our last known location should we actually be abducted at this alleged winery. Safety first, kiddies.

Naturally, that was when the proprietor opened the door and accidentally photobombed our selfie.

He waved for us to come in and join him and since he wasn’t currently wielding an axe or any other obvious red flags we thought, why not?

Into the rundown building we went and found ourselves, well let’s just say we weren’t in Kansas anymore.

We found ourselves in the nicest, most unassuming tasting room either of us had ever the pleasure of visiting. Neutral floors met pristine, white walls the monotony of which was broken by interspersed artfully crafted black and white photographs of the proprietor and his vines. Two hand crafted wooden tables ran the length of the room standing chest height, perfect for tastings and the tastings we then enjoyed were pretty perfect themselves.

Great conversation and amazing wine. We learned a lot about wine making and the winemaker’s passion for a cleaner, more natural wine. When we left we took another selfie and noticed the building wasn’t as dilapidated as originally thought, the old Ford was probably a classic waiting to be restored, and the proprietor was smiling and waving from the door.