15 days from the sea

today, out of the blue, i got this overwhelmingly frenzied desire to be driving up pch right along emma wood beach between ventura and santa barbara. in my mind, i can hear the rumbling of corey's 4runner trying to drown out mason jennings blaring through fifo's crappy old speakers. it seems i always have to pee at this point in the trip, but it's only 45 more minutes to our starbucks in montecito, and as soon as we pass santa claus lane, i know i'll be able to hold it. katie's waiting for us in san luis obispo, and we can't wait for bali's frozen yogurt. i'm only going to get strawberries and chocolate on mine, but corey's going to end up getting heath bar, brownies, hot fudge and cookie dough on hers. okay, maybe i'll get some brownies, too. sarah is in the backseat thinking up minor plagues and singing along to matt costa, and we all sigh as we watch the sun begin to sink behind the island, which is so clear this evening, it's like you could just swim over. and it seems the our only care in the world is whether or not to take the route over lake cachuma or to just stay coastal the whole way up.