Train wreck would be a good way to describe our experience at Wilson Wines. It was like watching a sad, sad comedy unfold. First off, finding the place was near impossible due to the lack of signage and the fact that the winery sits far back off the road behind a house and mini farm. From the road you would have almost no idea that it’s actually a winery. Once you make your way to the barnyard that is the winery, you’ll be greeted by a gruff fella who makes some delicious homemade bread. If only he hadn’t made it clear how sick he was at moment… The wines aren’t shabby — we opted to purchase whole bottles and enjoy them with our mini picnic on what is typically the stage for live music events. Rumor has it that’s when Wilson Wines is in their prime.