THE FAMILY


UNDER A TUSCAN SUN

The story of Chandler Reach Vineyard involves an old brick wall in Italy, the backside of a paper placemat on a United Airlines flight, a group of relentless friends, and an unexpected “Yes.” All with the mantra, I’m not starting a winery.

A once reluctant winemaker, Len Parris’ serendipitous journey has given rise to an Italian style villa, winery and estate vineyard in Eastern Washington

The story of Chandler Reach Vineyard involves an old brick wall in Italy, the backside of a paper placemat on a United Airlines flight, a group of relentless friends, and an unexpected “Yes.” All with the mantra, I’m not starting a winery.

Perched right off I-82 between Richland and Prosser, the vineyard stretches down to the Yakima River, with a Tuscan style villa at the top that rises up like an Italian countryside oasis in the desert.

But the property was once filled with “tumbleweeds the size of Volkswagens,” says owner and winemaker Len Parris. “If it were a cash crop, I’d have already retired.”

According to Parris, a once reluctant wine guy, there’s been an aspect of dumb luck, or sheer serendipity that has happened at every juncture of his success story.

The Unexpected ‘Yes’
Parris was looking to invest in some property, and his father had left him a hobby farm adjacent to what is now Chandler Reach Vineyard. He thought about the land next to his father’s, which wasn’t for sale at the time, and thought, instead of the 21½ acres, it would be better to have 42 to do something with. He called the family who owned it, and the answer was unexpectedly, “Yes.”

The Brick Wall in Italy
In the spring of 1997, Parris and his wife joined three other couples—longtime friends—on a trip to Italy.  Instead of a quick trip to heavy tourist destinations, they stayed close to three weeks in one of the restored properties in Montestigliano, just south of Sienna.

“Every afternoon, my friend Richard Corella and I would take a bottle of jug wine made right there in the village and sit on an old stone wall,” Parris recalls, almost misty eyed.  “I told him I could do this—the lifestyle that is.”

Parris told him about the bucolic property he had in Eastern Washington, and Richard told Len a story of his uncle making wine.

“So I started thinking I could build like a clubhouse, a place to hang out, maybe plant about three acres of grapes…that was about it.”

But that night at dinner, his friend’s wife whispered in his ear, “I’m so excited. You’re going to build a winery?”

Another friend chimed in, “So you’re really thinking about building a winery?”

Read the rest of the story as published in Tasting Room Magazine