This is the way from Grandmother's house...

"The way is clear,

The light is good, 
I have no fear,

Nor no one should.

The woods are just trees,

The trees are just wood.

I sort of hate to ask it,

But do you have a basket?"

-Into the Woods

I was on the phone with my mother the other day, and she told me that her favorite 
stretch of Hwy 101 was the part where you were propelled from the mountains and 

thrust onto the beach like a thrown ball. I remember this bend well. I went back tovisit it and made her this video.

I love my mom. She's an amazing woman.