Pismo

The first stop on my most recent west coast road trip was at Target, which isn't all that interesting - unless of course you're from New York, where they don't sell wine and liquor at Target, in which case you'd probably be pretty impressed and post pictures to your instagram.  Probably.

My second stop on the trip was at Pismo.  I parked in the pier lot and wandered down to the beach where I received affirmation by way of blue skies that I did, in fact, do the right thing in driving rather than flying.  I snapped pictures and wandered around, let the sun kiss my face and the wind tie knots in my hair (we know it just loves doing that).  Then, I walked back to the car feeling light and happy.  I was so happy, in fact, that nothing could falter my mood, not even the parking ticket tucked beneath my wipers.  Sigh.