The day before Summer Arts started, Joanne and I took a road trip up the 1. We went up through Santa Cruz, which was a bit busy from the weekend traffic, and then pressed on up the 1. And that’s when everything opened up. I’ve not been more relaxed in years. Mountains and beautiful blue sky and the ocean and fields and, well, you get the idea. We stopped at a u-pick berry farm, that is also home to a self-serve farm stand, that is more old-school farm house. Indoor picnic tables and old games, the smell of fresh baked pies and an honor cash register, if you’d like to buy some of their homemade jams or pies or a cup of coffee. Even the Swedish couple that Joanne ended up speaking to at the register were perplexed - honor cash register? If I disappear and my cell starts going directly to voicemail, this is likely where you’ll find me. They have taken to referring to the area as the Slow Coast. And it’s stunning. The Swanton Berry Farm Stand is the name of the place we stopped.