Sometimes there’s nothing like a good road trip, is there? You load everything up and hit the open road looking for adventure. But some road trips are more scenic than others. Sometimes the journey itself is the joy and sometimes the destination is the big payoff. The very best road trips are the ones that incorporate both elements. Today I’m on one of those kinds of road trips, riding a rainbow to a big, fat pot of gold. I’m headed down the West Coast of the United States through Washington, Oregon, and Northern California, weaving around the stunning Cascade Mountains until they come to their beautiful southern end at Mount Shasta. Then we’ll head west across farmland and olive orchards to the San Francisco Bay, uniquely scenic with sequoia, madrona, and eucalyptus trees. We’ll drive on to Palo Alto, which always looks like a Cezanne painting to me. This is the end of the rainbow and where the magical, precious pot of gold lies. Inside we’ll find a brand new baby grandson and a precocious two year old granddaughter, along with a beloved son, a lovely daughter-in-law, and our sweet, sweet daughter.