There's nothing quite like a long, lingering dinner, especially when you're sitting within a towering circle of redwoods, lights strung high above your heads, wine bottles filling the table, belly laughs leaving you doubled over for what feels like hours on end. There's nothing like jaunty, back-and-forth conversation filled with life's greatest meanings and most offensive, ridiculous jokes. There's nothing like dessert, and there's nothing — absolutely nothing — like almost-summer, that in-between season marked by lukewarm nights that remind you of childhood and fireflies, s'mores and flashlight tag.
And really, there's just nothing like the magic of California. It's never lost on me.
(Photo: Dinner at the Lark Creek Inn | My Instagram)