West coast likes to boast.
In early July, after a gig in San Francisco, my friend Ricardo and I decided to skip the purgatory commonly known as the I-5. We instead took the much vaunted coastal highway all the way to Los Angeles. While the sixteen hour journey left me absolutely exhausted, it was well worth it.
A montage of desert, beach, mountains, hills, sand, and stone, California is a masterpiece of a state. The dashboard became a frame in which the Artist displayed His creation.
The sea flowed like a blue fabric, bursting and unraveling upon hitting jagged rock. The shore was the frayed ends that brushed against sand, leaving nothing unmoved. The fog traveled across valleys like quilt, consuming vast terrain.
To live in California is one thing, to love it is another. The latter, I believe, would not be truly possible until doing this drive.