An Ode to Adventure.

I have an entire category of posts entitled "Adventures".
I will classify almost anything as an adventure.
But typically, for me, adventures include getting in the car and going somewhere.
Usually with fun people.

Like Monterey and Carmel.
With my parents and sister.

Most of my adventures are in beach towns.
I'm not really that into swimming in the ocean, at least around these parts.

Have you been to a NorCal beach? It's cold up up in here. 
But I  love a good view.
So does my mama.
Her and my dad got married and honeymooned in Carmel.
Our family goes there a lot.

I also love those spur of the moment, pulling the car over, kinds of adventures.
Where you never know what you will find.

Like artichoke cupcakes. And catching the sun setting over the field of unharvested 'chokes.

 (Also, I love artichokes).

Or a day in Santa Cruz with my parents.

 I love shopping and food.
Coffee shops and Ice Cream shops usually abound on my adventures.
Santa Cruz adventures have a mandatory requirement of stopping at Marianne's.
She has probably almost 100 flavors to choose from.
I think I found my perfect flavor.
10-20.
Next time I might pair it with a second scoop of Burgundy Cherry.
On a waffle cone, ALWAYS.

Drinking Diet Coke as the sun shimmers on the ocean?
Yes, please.
Always.

Fungus Fair?
No, thank you.
Never.
Not sad I missed that.

Snuggly, chubby sea life?
Always. Always. Always.

Tomorrow, Jessica and I are headed off on our next adventure. 
Craft Weekend.
In Kansas.
There are no beaches involved.

There is no real clear way to explain WHY we are going to Kansas.
To make crafts.

Except to say it's going to be an adventure.
And going to Kansas has been on my bucket list since I was a little kid.
(Weird, I know, but it's true.)

So, if it seems weird to you.
That's okay.
I hope you'll accept the ADVENTURE reasoning of the explanation.




And don't worry, much to Jessica's dismay, The Pajama Jeans are coming with me.