I’d get up early some Saturday mornings and drive south on Highway 17, push the Ford up the winding road through the mountains to Santa Cruz. I would park by the old lighthouse and wait for sunrise, sit in my car and watch the fog rolling in from the sea.

在一些周六的清晨，我會早起，然后開車在17號高速公路上向南行駛，駕駛福特車攀上蜿蜒盤旋的道路，通過山脈抵達Santa Cruz。我會把車停在老舊的燈塔旁邊，然后等待日出，坐在車里，看著霧從海面滾滾而來。