O and I took a road trip a couple weekends ago to San Francisco. On the way up, we took mostly PCH and the 101, which hug the coast, but which were unfortunately sheathed in fog the whole way. On the way back down to LA, though, we took the I-5, which is long and straight, cutting straight down the middle of the state.
Not that we didn’t take a couple of accidental detours that showed us unexpectedly pretty, winding two-lane paths that were nearly deserted.
As a native Californian, I had always thought of the 5 as “the ugly way” between LA and the Bay Area. Just a way to get from Point A to Point B with not much to look at in between. Turns out there’s a lot to see if you’re not a native — there’s nothing like this in France!