When your friend calls you on a work-from-home Monday to take a short road trip down south for lunch, you say YES.
Yes, because, down south, along interstate 280, the highway you’ve been commuting on for the last nearly-four-years, in your daily frustration of the 52 miles you have to drive to get to work, sometimes you failed to notice just how really gorgeous this stretch of land along the peninsula really is. In the 60s, it was dedicated as the “World’s Most Beautiful Freeway,” and in this spontaneous road trip, from which you have the pleasure of sitting in the back seat (with easy access to the crudite and the hummus that your snack-ready friend has so smartly packed), you really start to see why it’d be called that: with views of the Santa Cruz mountains, all the gentle grazing cows, and the quiet reflection of the Crystal Springs Reservoir.
You say Yes to trips like these, because once you’ve reached your destination, the farming town of Pescadero (with a population of like 600), you find yourself giddy with excitement at the chance to explore this town you’ve only been to once before. There may not be a ton to see, with its tiny downtown of grocery stores, delis, art galleries, and a cool coffeeshop/vintage store/ theater. But the people are friendly, and the yummy produce and freshly baked artichoke bread is to die for.
After stocking up on picnic foods and a bottle of chilled Rosé, you spontaneously buy a Lotto ticket, because that’s just the kind of day it is. Then you head to Harley’s— the goat farm that is truly a destination on its own. You start to daydream of having your own farm one day with your Lotto winnings, of all the pretty cheeses you will be making, and of all the family meals you’ll have around these outdoor tables. (Note: There was not a single matching number on said Lotto ticket.)
You say YES to trips like these, because of the laughs and the serious conversations you share with an old friend and a new friend, over a mulberry-stained picnic table that suddenly feels like the best color ever.
You say YES to trips like these because, really…who knows when you’ll have another work-from-home Monday.