Santa Cruz was her usual beautiful self. When I imagine heading north along California's highways and byways I always think of the little roads. Like Hwy 126 that takes a pastoral jog through Santa Paula before linking up with the 101 in Ventura. Orange groves and grapevines. Enormous billowy pomegranate trees heavy with their hard red fruit.
Eventually I'll wind over to Hwy 1 and begin to snake along the coast. It's the slowest way up north, but the most dramatic. I'll take drama over speed any day. This time I stopped to have lunch with Dorothy in Cambria before continuing my trek north.
Eventually I made it to Santa Cruz and the little cottage of an old friend. Plenty of roads high up in the redwood forests of the Santa Cruz Mountains to meander through.
Yesterday I headed back home. South along a couple of small roads then onto the main corridor leading into LA. I'm the biggest fan of Hwy 198. An hours drive connecting the 101 to Interstate 5. You might see 10 cars the entire time.
This is a beautiful forlorn landscape.
The mind likes to rest on roads like this. Mine does anyway.
Having a passenger along would be a distraction. Chatty types can always be stowed in the trunk for this stretch.
More to see in the Central Valley with its mile after mile of bright fields.
No matter how sweet the trip it's always good to come home to my girl LA, with all of her gritty beauty. Makes a heart glad to see downtown on the horizon.