Then early Sunday morning, when there is almost no traffic at all on the Los Angeles freeways, my sister and I leave on an adventure, a short road trip.
It seems like leaving the city behind has lifted a burden on our spirits as well, and we are feeling euphoric as we travel north on the Coastal Highway a couple of hours out of Los Angeles.
I have forgotten how beautiful the central coast of California is.
My sweet sister glances over at me: “Ocean on our left.
(And we have been singing along with them “Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do…) .
“Golden rolling hills on the right.
And yes, here comes a rest stop with its very own El Camino Real bell.
I counted 93 of these bells along the road on the way home.
We visited popular places along the coast. We saw sea otters bobbing in Morro Bay...
And amazing scarecrows at Cambria.
and I remember catching a red snapper off the pier. And for the first time in many years I put my feet in the Pacific.
And then it was time to come home, back to the Ozarks and home.
And then my sister’s husband (who is Italian) leaves one last wonderful memory for us when we walk in the door.