Traveling with teens is its own category of adventure. They are old enough to want independence and young enough to still need the structure you provide. The sweet spot lives somewhere in between.

These trees were already ancient when the first trade routes moved through this land, long before logging camps and rail lines tried (and failed) to tame it.

Northern California is generous with its beauty, but the romance here reveals itself in increments: fog fingers drifting down into a valley, the smell of salt and eucalyptus in the breeze, a long lunch that turns into dinner.