Back in the day, Husband and I were lucky enough to make frequent trips to California. We had our little get-aways perfectly planned. We'd hop the Thursday morning Nerd Bird to San Jose, jump in a convertible, and head south to Carmel or Big Sur. We felt the pressures of the world unwinding like clockwork about an hour into our car ride when the concrete crust congealing Silicon Valley dissolved into an earthy, fertile oasis ...