A Visit from the Bee Man

Removing a swarm of bees is easy — if you know what you’re doing and aren’t afraid to get stung.

BeesThe text message from my friend Pete arrived just as I was trying to think of another way to procrastinate:

Bees swarming on the shop. Bee man is going to come get them.

A cell phone image accompanied the text. It showed a roof eaves absolutely littered with bees.

A while later, I was at my friend’s farm, watching the bee man set up. He was an older man who’d likely been doing his job for quite some time. He was dressed in a loose-fitting, white coverall that was tight at his wrists and ankles. An attached hood with mesh mask hung at his back. He’d arrived in a flatbed truck towing a forklift on a trailer.

BeesWhen I arrived, he was placing a wooden door atop a fruit crate on a forklift, forming an elevated table. He placed a white box atop that and raised the apparatus about four feet off the ground, right beneath the bee swarm. The bees looked even more impressive live. Pete, three of his sons, and two of his older son’s friends stood a good fifty feet away, watching.

The bee man explained that the bees were swarmed around a queen and that they’d likely decided to settle there. It was pretty obvious that they needed to be removed.

While folks in cities might call an exterminator, here in farm country, bees have real value. The “bee man” was a beekeeper who not only made honey but rented his bees out to farmers for pollination. In fact, Pete had a few dozen of his hives out by his apple trees. The bee man would take the bees home and set them up with their own bee hive boxes. Pete might see them again next year in more controlled conditions.

The Bee ManWhen Pete made it clear that he wasn’t interested in sitting on the forklift to lift the bee man and his box up to the swarm, the bee man fetched his forklift off the trailer and parked it beside Pete’s. He then raised the two sets of forks and climbed up beside the box.

And then, as we watched, he used his bare hand to scrape the bees off the eaves and into the box.

“These bees are very calm,” he said.

Bee Man in Action

Bees CloseupHe wasn’t kidding. He continued to sweep them down toward the box with his hand and, later, a stick. Although everyone else kept their distance, I got closer and closer with my camera. Soon I was standing on a third forklift parked inside the shop, not eight feet from the swarm and box, snapping photos.

Bee Man with iPhoneI wasn’t the only one taking photos. The bee man climbed down, went to his truck, and came back with his iPhone. He then climbed back up the forklift and used the phone to take a closeup photo of the bees. I’m wondering if his shot ended up on Facebook.

Lighting the Smoker

Smoking the Bees

It took quite a while — at least 30 minutes. The bee man was very patient. One by one, most of his other spectators wandered off. He was sure he’d gotten the queen in the box, but the rest of the bees were taking their time joining her.

After a while, he got out his smoker, torched the burlap piece inside, and used smoke to coax the bees into the box. He explained that the smoke makes the bees think there’s a fire so they go into the hive to eat honey in case its lost. They then get sleepy from eating so much. Didn’t sound quite right to me, but what do I know?

Bees on a TruckWhen he had most of the bees in the box, he covered it up, carried it back to his truck, and strapped it down on the flat bed. He pulled his forklift back onto its trailer and got ready to leave — but not before he gave Pete a plastic gallon jug of honey in exchange for two of Pete’s bottles of wine.

I’d enjoyed the show and was glad I’d gotten that text message.

Bottling Wine, Day 2: Bottling

A look inside a mobile wine bottling facility.

I’m one of those people who likes to see and do as many things as I possibly can. Life, to me, is a quest to learn and experience as much as possible. Each day I get to do or see or learn something interesting is another day worth living.

Yesterday was one of those days. I got an opportunity to photograph, video, and help out in a mobile wine bottling facility.

The Truck

Big wineries — like the ones everyone has heard of — have their own wine bottling facilities. These are likely big rooms filled with very expensive, highly specialized equipment. Big wineries can afford to buy and maintain these machines. After all, they’re producing thousands of cases of wine every year and may run the bottling line dozens of times a year.

Smaller wineries can’t afford such luxuries. Not only is the cost of the equipment usually beyond their means, but they also lack the space to house it and the funds to maintain it. Besides, they’re producing much smaller quantities of wine and only need to bottle once or twice a year. It just doesn’t make sense to make such a huge investment when there is another alternative.

That other alternative is a mobile bottling truck. This is a big rig truck with a trailer on the back. The trailer is completely outfitted with all the equipment needed to fill, cork, cap, and label bottles of wine.

The truck is driven and operated by a single technician who travels from one small winery to another. He knows exactly how to operate the equipment — which is both mechanical and computerized — and how to fix it if something goes wrong. He sets it up for the bottles, wine, corks, foil caps, and labels the winemaker provides. He then gets the line running while a handful of laborers the winemaker provides do the few manual tasks required to complete the process.

To say it was amazing is an understatement. Watching this thing in action was awesome.

The Bottling Process

Pumping Wine
Wine is pumped from a vat into the trailer.

Arranging Bottles
This machine sterilizes the bottles and places them on the line in single file.

Filling Bottles
The bottles are filled with wine as they move.

Corking machine
Bottles move into the corking equipment where they are corked.

Adding Foil Caps
Two workers add foil caps to each bottle.

Sealing Foil
This machine presses the foil caps onto the bottle tops.

Applying Labels
The bottles move past the labeler, which applies front and back labels with one pass.

Production Line
This look from the front of the trailer’s inside shows the bottles on the right heading back toward the door.

Boxing Wine
Two people load the bottles into cases. They’re loaded neck down to keep the cork wet during storage.

Case of Wine
Cases of wine slide down a track from the back of the trailer.

It all starts outside the trailer, where wine is pumped from its storage vat into the trailer itself though sterile hoses. From there, it goes into the filling equipment where it waits for the bottles.

Meanwhile, at the back end of the trailer, a forklift brings palettes of empty bottles to the open door. The bottom of each case of 12 bottles is unsealed. A man standing just inside the door takes a case, being careful to hold the bottom of the box closed, places it on a wide conveyor belt, and lifts the box, depositing the bottles, neck end up. He’ll do this four to six times a minute as long as the line is running.

The bottles then move, jiggling and clinking, into a rotating mechanism that sterilizes the bottles and places them on another belt where they enter the equipment in single file.

From there, the bottles are placed on tiny elevators that lift each bottle to a filling machine that moves the bottles along the line. The machine senses when the bottles are filled and stops adding wine.

The bottles then go into a corking machine that puts a cork into each bottle. Then the bottles move past two workers who place foil caps on top of each bottle. At the line’s speed, it would be nearly impossible for just one person to handle this task.

From there, the bottles move into a machine that pressed the foil caps down onto the top of the bottle, providing a secondary seal over the cork. Both the corks and the foil seals are customized with the winery’s logo.

Next, the bottles move past the labeler. The labels come on rolls that alternate front and back labels. The machine uses a vacuum to pull the labels off their backing, exposing the sticky side. As the bottles move past the vacuum pad, the sticky side of the label is pressed onto each bottle. The spacing of the labels is finely tuned for each bottle size.

At this point, the bottles of wine are complete. But they’re at the front of the trailer and need to be in the back. So they make the long trip all the way down the side of the trailer, in single file, to where two people wait. Stationed right beside the man who puts the empty bottles on the line, they have the empty boxes he discards in piles at their feet. The first person places a box on a workspace and fills it with six bottles as they file past. She then moves the box to her companion who places another six bottles in, closes the box, and pushes it through a machine that tapes it shut. Both workers are performing their tasks nonstop to keep up with the flow of incoming bottles.

After being taped shut, the box rolls down a ramp where other workers apply a label to the box and stamp the date on it. The boxes are then stacked on palettes. When all cases of a variety are bottled and stacked, the palette is wrapped with shrink wrap. It’s then transported into a temperature controlled storage area by forklift and an empty palette is prepared for the next variety.

The Results

At full speed, the equipment can process about 60 bottles per minute. The bottling tech told me we were running a little slower, maybe about 55 bottles per minute. That’s still pretty damn fast.

We bottled seven varieties of red wine yesterday, including one rosé. We used three different bottles, each of which required the machinery to be recalibrated for proper movement, corking, and label positioning. We started at about 8 AM and were finished by 2 PM. We took about an hour for a lunch break.

We bottled a total of 818 cases of wine.

Afterward, the six volunteers (including me) got to sample some of the wine that wound up in partially filled cases. Despite its bottle shock, it was pretty darn good. I think the Petit Verdot was the best of the bunch and really look forward to its release. And yes, I grabbed a bottle of that and a bottle of Zinfandel as my reward for a day’s work in the truck. I’ll wait until Pete officially releases them before I open them.

The Photos

I took a lot of photos during this process — the ones you see here are only a sampling that illustrate the main part of the process. I put most of them on the Beaumont Cellars Facebook pagea gallery on the Beaumont Cellars website. In both cases, the photos include shots taken on Sunday during the filtering, which I cover in a separate blog post.

Bottling Wine, Day 1: Filtering

Before wine can be bottled, it must be filtered. Here’s how it works at one winery.

I’ve been neglecting my blog for a week or so mostly because of preparations for my annual migration to Washington State. First it was the packing. Then it was the driving. Then it was the unpacking. I’m here now, parked in my usual spot at the Colockum Ridge Golf Course’s tiny RV park in Quincy, WA. I arrived a full month earlier than usual just so I could witness and help out at Beaumont Cellars Winery’s red wine bottling on April 17.

The Back Story

Beaumont Orchards is one of my cherry drying clients. I’ve been responsible for drying their cherry crop after a rain since 2009. But Pete, the owner of cherry, apple, and pear orchards in Quincy, began dabbling in winemaking a few years back. He (and others) were very pleased to discover that he was pretty good at it. Last year, in fact, his wines began winning awards.

Each year, Pete has expanded his winery operations just a little bit more, producing more hand-crafted wines and setting up a really nice tasting room. Beaumont Cellars, which is based at his home, has become one of the premier wine-tasting destinations in the newly established Ancient Lakes AVA.

This year, he mentioned that he’d be bottling wines on April 17. I decided that it was something I really wanted to see, something I’d like to do some video about. So I arranged my schedule to arrive earlier than usual in Washington.

Filtering Day

Pumping Out Barrel
The wine is pumped out of the barrel.

Wine Filter
The wine filter consists of multiple vertically mounted filter pads that are discarded after use.

Connecting Hose
Pete and Megan connect a hose to the bottom of a wine vat. Filtered wine enters at the bottom to minimize splashing.

Good to the last drop
Megan catches the last bit of wine as Pete tilts the barrel opening into a pitcher.

Pouring wine into next barrel
Megan pours the last bit of wine from one barrel into the next one being filtered.

Pouring wine into the Vat
Pete pours some filtered wine into the vat.

I arrived in Quincy at around 2:30 on Sunday afternoon. I had just finished hooking up the mobile mansion’s water, electric, and sewer connections when Pete called, asking where I was. He was in the middle of filtering the wines in preparation for bottling on Tuesday.

Tired from my three-day, 1200-mile drive pulling a 34-foot fifth wheel through the valleys, plains, and mountains of Arizona, Nevada, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington, I nevertheless grabbed my camera and hurried over. Pete and Megan, his winemaking apprentice (for lack of a better term) were more than halfway finished. I got to watch and photograph the activity.

The wine began in barrels. Pete and Megan used hoses and a pump to pump the wine out of each barrel, through a filter, and into a large plastic vat. The barrels for each variety were combined into a single vat.

When the pump is no longer able to suck wine from the bottom of a barrel, the barrel is tipped into a pitcher to catch the last little bit. It’s then poured into the next barrel of the same variety as it’s pumped through the filter. Likewise, any filter overflow is captured in a pitcher and manually poured into the vat. This minimizes the loss of wine.

When the job was done, there was a huge vat of wine for each of the varieties to be bottled on Tuesday. Pete and Megan cleaned up by pumping purified water through the pump and hoses, disassembling the filter, and cleaning everything down with a power washer capable of heating water to 180°F. Pete used a forklift to move the wine vats into a temperature-controlled storage area and stack the empty barrels out of the way.

Throughout the process, we’d been sampling the wine — and it was good!

The Photos

I took a lot of photos during this process — the ones you see here are only a sampling that illustrate the main part of the process. I put most of them on the Beaumont Cellars Facebook pagea gallery on the Beaumont Cellars website. In both cases, the photos include shots taken on Tuesday during the bottling, which I cover in a separate blog post.

Feeling Overwhelmed?

Join the club.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed. It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. But it is bothersome — an uncomfortable feeling that makes me question everything about my life.

I’ve made some serious personal decisions recently that are likely to rock my world over the coming months. This is a stressful situation that’s not made any easier by the lack of support by friends and family members. I’m going it alone — as I so often do — and it’s weighing heavily on my mind.

But the feeling of being overwhelmed is primarily due to my workload. As a freelancer, I work when there’s work to do. When there isn’t work to do, I’m usually waiting for or looking for more work. Sometimes I need to make work. Other times, work appears unexpectedly — even when I don’t want it or have time for it. But I have to do it all — to turn down work is to possibly miss out on future work.

Such is the life of a freelancer.

Right now, I’m working on four content creation (writing, video, etc.) projects:

  • Book CoverFinishing up a special iBooks 2 interactive edition of my iBooks Author book. This requires me to record and edit dozens of screencast videos and completely re-layout the book in iBooks Author. The good news: I might be able to finish up today. That is, if Alex the Bird can keep quiet and the landscapers don’t spend much time blowing leaves outside my window. And the neighbor’s dog doesn’t bark nonstop for an hour. Again.
  • Lynda LogoPrepare scripts for a revision of my Twitter Essential Training course on Lynda.com. We’ll be recording this course soon and I want to be fully prepared before I fly out to Lynda to record. And my new producer, wants to see the scripts, too.
  • An aerial photography book. I began writing this last year and have put it aside repeatedly because I need artwork and photos that I can’t produce on my own. I suspect it’ll have to wait until this summer to finish up.
  • A book of helicopter pilot stories. I’m collecting these stories from other pilots and plan to compile them in a book for release later this spring. As I get more and more bogged down with other things, however, the self-imposed deadline keeps slipping. I suspect this will be finished up when I get to Washington, too.

Of course, with Mac OS X Mountain Lion announced, I know what I’ll be doing first when I get to Washington: Revising my Mac OS X Lion book for the new version of the OS. Oh, yeah — and then there’s the videos and Websites I’ve been asked to create for a handful of winemakers up there.

It’s not just writing work and the occasional helicopter flight that’s stacked up before me. It’s all the paperwork that goes with it.

I have two separate businesses, each with their own bank accounts and accounting records. I don’t have an accountant — hell, I am an accountant; my BBA is in accounting. To hire an accountant would be silly, since I could do that work myself and save a bunch of money. So I do. Or I try to. Often, it just stacks up, waiting for me to get to. I haven’t balanced a bank account in several months. And I’m only partially switched from Quicken (since it no longer works in the current version of Mac OS) to iBank (which I really don’t like). It’ll take days to sort out the accounting mess I face when I get around to it.

And then comes tax time. What a freaking nightmare that is.

And then my annual migration back to Washington. That’s a logistics issue. Find someone to fly up to Washington with me to help cover the flight costs. Do the flight. Catch a commercial flight back to Arizona. Pack the RV, get the truck ready. (Did I mention that I might have to buy a new truck this year, too? And take delivery before the end of April?) Make the 1200-mile drive to the Wenatchee area. Retrieve the helicopter from wherever I left it in Washington. Get my contracts set up for summer work.

Of course, that’s if there is summer work. My clients never want to sign up until after the last frost. There’s a chance I might get to Washington with the helicopter and a frost will wipe out the cherry crop. No need for my services then. Ready to fly but no clients. How do you think this possibility affects my stress levels?

On the flip side, there might be too much work for me to take on by myself. Then I have to scramble and find people who are willing to put their life on hold for 3-6 weeks and wait around for the rain in Washington. I’ve already started collecting possible candidate phone numbers. None of them are happy that they’ll have to wait until May to know whether there might be work for them.

Before I leave Arizona, however, I do have to pack up everything I own that’s in our Phoenix condo in case it’s rented or sold while I’m gone. That’s a whole office full of stuff, as well as clothes and other personal effects. Hell, I haven’t had enough time to unpack the boxes that brought some of this stuff here.

And I did mention that I have to travel to Lynda.com for a week to record a course, right?

And there is the possibility of a very big client needing to fly with me in late March or early April, before I go to Washington. Unfortunately, they can’t pin down a date. Once they do, if I’m not available, I’ll lose that job — and it’s not the kind of job I want to lose.

Along the way, I need to start seriously considering where I’m going to live and what I’m going to do when my work in Washington is done this year. I’ve been wanting to relocate for years. I’m sick of Wickenburg’s small-mindedness and the bullshit politics and greed that have ruined the town. Phoenix is no gem, either — except on February days like yesterday when the temperature hovers in the high 70s and there’s not a cloud in the sky. The personal decisions I’ve made recently give me a good opportunity to make the change. Unfortunately, I don’t know where I want to live. I’m leaning toward Oregon — perhaps in the Portland area — but who knows?

So with all this on my plate and on my mind is it any wonder that I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed?

But this is typical in my life — and in the life of most hardworking freelancers and business owners. Things don’t get done by themselves. And if things aren’t done, I start feeling it in the bank account. I don’t know about you, but I like to pay my bills on time and eat.

Guess I’d better get back to work.

Yes, I’m Still Around

But busy having a life and dealing with it.

I know I’ve been neglecting this blog when my sister mentions that I haven’t posted anything new in a while. Oops.

Truth is, I’ve been busy. House guest, cell phone lost on mountain top, two days of aerial survey work, rush to finish a writing job, plan a last minute vacation, search for a lost dog, cancel last-minute vacation, find lost dog, etc.

Life. Sometimes it interrupts blogging.

But wouldn’t you want it that way? I’m not complaining.

(Although I could have done without that lost dog episode.)