A man in his late 40s walked in and asked for the owner. He didn't look like a collector; he looked like a man on a mission to clear out his trunk. He had a box of his mom’s records, and she’d told him to get rid of them.

It’s a strange, exciting feeling being back here. The last time I saw these terraced vineyards and smelled this mix of air & river mist, I was twenty years old, wearing Woodland pattern BDU's, and bouncing around in a deuce-and-a-half or set up on a hillside with my RaTT Rig. Back then, the mission was defense. Today, it’s a peaceful search and rescue mission.