My trip to Napa Valley on this day exactly a year ago is still freshly mapped in my mind. I missed an exit and ended up passing California 37 to Napa Valley from San Francisco. It was absolutely a pleasure to drive through the countryside, passing endless stretches of vineyards for what it felt like forever. It didn’t really matter that I returned sunburned from the scorching heat and merciless rays of the California summer. Instead, glad to been there and done that.