California’s been good to me; hope it don’t fall into the sea
Crossing the state border into Oregon was almost painful. I watched the sign approaching on my right and I knew that I was driving my last few feet inside of California and I promise to you: I winced. Here is an ode then to those 24 hours before that moment, when I was still cruising up Coastal Hwy 1.
Oh, but first: brownie points if you know where the title of this post comes from.