About a five hour drive north of Los Angeles is a magical place called Monterey.  A laid back beach town complete with its very own (small scale) Fishmerman’s Wharf.  You may not have any good reason to go there, but luckily, I do.  My father has lived there for the past ten years and even when I lived clear across the country in New York, I still managed to get there to visit.  Being there always feels like a vacation.  Not the type of vacation that calls for tropical cocktails with umbrellas on the beach and a teeny bikini, but you always leave feeling relaxed and rejuvenated.  The sheer beauty of Monterey is enough to leave you speechless.

This past weekend, we once again made the trek and here are some snapshots of our journey.