84 wound up and through the hills, and we took hairpin turns through redwood groves. I couldn't stop exclaiming. It was a drive that required constant attention but it was delightful. At one point I was behind a huge flatbed truck piled high with square bales of hay and again I was happy to be made aware of the presence of horses.
We passed horse farms and I wondered how anyone could trailer in and out on 84 but I guess if you do it enough you get very good at it.
Eventually we drove out of the forested area and into a hilly area comprised of golden hills and open sky.
And then, suddenly we came to a stop sign where you could either turn left or right. Ahead was the Pacific Ocean.
It was wonderful to think: take 84 and turn left at the Pacific Ocean!
This is what we saw:
I wish I had more photographs of the coastal highway going south to Santa Cruz but I was busy driving and exclaiming and listening to the customized soundtrack my son was creating from his iPhone. It was an amazing drive.
When I was 30 I made a drive with my dad from Austin, Texas to Los Gatos, California with my two cats and all my earthly belongings. It was one of the most amazing road trips of my life. The next year I drove the coastal highway south to Hollywood and that too was a wonderful trip. So as I drove this summer, age 56, with my son, the previous trips layered in and it felt like time had become an accordion, stretching in and out. If anyone doubts that time travel exists, just ask a mother who remembers her own childhood, her young adulthood, her child's childhood, and the journey into her child's young adulthood.
I can't accurately capture the magic of this trip but it was there every mile of the way.