“Going on a drive” is something me and my husband did often when we were dating. Both of us worked for tips during that stage in life, so fancy dinners and trips were usually not an option. However, often during one of our “drives” I discovered a lot about southern California that I never knew existed. New hiking trails, small sleepy towns (that we never actually could manage to find again), some diners that made some of the best breakfasts but also the worst coffee ever, secret beaches (I’ve never known fear like I did the day I used a rope tied to a rock to repel down a cliffside to get to that beach), not to mention some of the best conversations and the hardest laughs of my life. And there’s something about being in the car, driving away, and exploring someplace new that brings such a relief to us both. And when I’m feeling particularly overwhelmed with the state of humanity, the farther the better.
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