We braved the traffic into Half Moon Bay, passing the gimmicky, bouncy house littered patches and smiled contentedly as we pulled into a no-frills field filled with pumpkins. The name matching its simplicity: Bob's. Meredith ran about, throwing pumpkins to and fro when she could sneak it. We snapped photos. I fed the baby. We appreciated the cool breeze and ocean view. We got 5 pumpkins for ten dollars.
To me, there's not much on this world as magical as New England in the fall. And while this was certainly no match for a drive out Route 2, ending at an apple orchard with cider donuts, it was good. I was with my family and California has plenty of its own beauty to offer.