Hey! Yeah, I’ve taken a few drives that felt like a poem. The stretch along the coast, from the old pier up to that little lighthouse where the waves slap the rocks, is my favorite. The road bends just right so the trees line up like a chorus, and every time the sun dips a little lower it feels like a new stanza is being written. I love how the wind whistles through the pines and you can almost hear the verses of the road itself. Have you ever driven that way?