Editor’s Letter
A Golden State of Mind IT WAS A SIMPLE PLAN. Take the kids to California. Show them Santa Barbara, drive up the coast to Big Sur and the Bay Area, and wrap up with friends in Napa and family in Lake Tahoe. They would fall in love with the state by the time we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge, just as I did at age 10. Then we’d return every summer thereafter. I need not have planned so much—at least where their hearts were concerned. On the first night of vacation at The Alisal Guest Ranch, with a happy belly full of Santa Maria–style beef ribs and ice cream sandwiches, my 8-year-old daughter, Frances, looked up from under the brim of a straw cowgirl hat. “Dad,” she said. “I love California.” Me, too,…