Ventura, California
Ah, southern California; surf, sand, and the infernal combustion engine. The view from my hotel room is the Pacific Ocean with breaking waves and graceful palms. Between me and the beach is highway 101, the Ventura Freeway. If you use your imagination, the sound of rubber on pavement is much like the sound of the pounding surf, sort of. The long drive across the Mojave desert brings me to the sweet smell of the ocean.  There may be a freeway between us, but the view of pounding surf onto warm sand is wonderful.

Cruising up 101 toward San Francisco tomorrow. I will be glad to be out of the desert.