Pulled over for gasoline off the 101 from SacTown to PacTown , heard someone tickling strings and singing sweet serenades across the street , thought it was John Mayer playing a private gig at what seemed like someone's little private vineyard so I walked across the street after pumping gas , stayed for 2 hours tasting crushed grapes on a hammock under oak trees next to a vintage greenhouse while others played cornhole nearby. Good time it was.