It’s amazing how a year without a car can make driving fun again. On the way back from Sacramento (photos coming later this week!), Jim suggested we take a windy road through the mountains on our way to visit family in Sonoma. I hadn’t been in mountains of any kind since I moved away from Colorado, and it was so powerful and comforting to be in their midst again.
We pulled over at Lake Berryessa and walked down to the shore. My booties were much sturdier than I had anticipated, although I wouldn’t recommend them for more strenuous trekking! It was late enough in the season that the lake was deserted and completely, wonderfully silent.
It was truly a meld of past and present, evoking memories of the countless cross-country drives that Jim and I made when our relationship was new and entirely long-distance. We used to drive together across the Great Plains over and over again as we traversed the country between Chicago and Colorado Springs. My outfit was even an accidental past-meets-present tribute- I’ve owned these jeans for exactly a decade, and my brand-new booties were on their maiden voyage.
As much as I love San Francisco, getting away into the county revived me in a way I hadn’t even known I needed. I love the city for its vibrancy and constant movement, but occasionally, I just need some peace.