Don't
ask me exactly why but, sometime back in my formative years, I thought
it would be really cool to walk through a dense forest and come upon a
perfectly manicured lawn with stone arched croquetwickets. Maybe it was
the banana I had been smoking? In any event, the opportunity to fulfill
this little fantasy presented itself on the day I arrived here at
Shangri-La. While anticipating a basket of fruit on thefront porch with
a note "Welcome to Oregon", I found instead a rather large
hole filled with garbage and debris. Not to be discouraged, it dawned
upon me that it was time to bring in the D-9 and make that court a
reality.
Now, 13 years later, it has been the site of many parties, charity
events and yes fierce…. very fierce competitions. But just in case you
thought this was just another pretentious, high brow retreat, think
again. We like to turns things on their head here at the Carlton Hill
Vineyard. So, instead of formal whites at our gatherings, our dress code
is that of the "Gods and Goddesses", the "Wild, Wild West,"
"Alice and Wonderland," "Fruits and Vegetable," and soon to come, "Your
Favorite Super Hero." We even give prizes for the Best and
Worst Dressed.
