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thehefnerOne of the ways this trip is a learning experience is how it wasn't until the second day that I really thought about pulling over to the side of the road for the sake of photographing some of the dumbfoundingly awesome (in the truest sense of the word) stuff I'd see along the way.
As such, I have little evidence of my first day going North along Routes 1 and 101 from L.A., but I certainly made up for it the next day.
The West Coast route is a very different beast compared to Old 66, but I knew that going in. Still, it was nice to see this on my first day out, just to make the transition more smooth:
A former drive-in theater, turned into a waste management center. One has to love the fact that they still keep the old facade up. But otherwise, I would virtually never see any ruins along the way as I did with 66. After all, that was an old commercial route, whereas 1 is far more scenic, with long stretches of preserved and (for now) virtually untouched nature. But we'll get to that in due time.
I stopped over in Santa Barbara to check out a recommended Mexican restaurant, a hole in the wall amid several much classier-looking joints. With that kind of competition, one probably wouldn't ever consider going here instead:
You wouldn't think such a place received mad props from Julia Child, save for the fact that the line for it goes around the block. And with good reason. I ordered the chilaquiles, lightly fried strips of corn tortillas (essentially nachos, yet still their own thing) doused in a spicy and creamy tomato sauce with pico de gallo, guac, mole, and so on. In case you hadn't guessed, sweet merciful mother of fuck, was it amazing.
If there's anything I've learned from the corn dogs of Cozy Dog, the donuts of Seattle's Pike Place Market, and now the chilaquiles of La Super-Rica, it's that there is nothing quite so wonderful as freshly fried non-processed well-made food. Even people who normally avoid fried food owe it to themselves to give such things a try at least once, should the rare opportunity arise.
From there, I hit up Santa Barbara's main attraction, the old town Mission.
I had no real interest in paying for the full tour, but at least I managed to snap a few shots of the lovely exterior.
An old washing basin.
But that was about it for Day One. Going by the guide, there seemed little worth stopping for along 101, mostly consisting of beaches and old missions. No, I thought, better to just plow ahead and find some place to sleep in San Simeon, where I would get up bright and early for one of the most important goals along this route. True to form, of course, the actual experience would be quite different from what I expected.
As such, I have little evidence of my first day going North along Routes 1 and 101 from L.A., but I certainly made up for it the next day.
The West Coast route is a very different beast compared to Old 66, but I knew that going in. Still, it was nice to see this on my first day out, just to make the transition more smooth:
A former drive-in theater, turned into a waste management center. One has to love the fact that they still keep the old facade up. But otherwise, I would virtually never see any ruins along the way as I did with 66. After all, that was an old commercial route, whereas 1 is far more scenic, with long stretches of preserved and (for now) virtually untouched nature. But we'll get to that in due time.
I stopped over in Santa Barbara to check out a recommended Mexican restaurant, a hole in the wall amid several much classier-looking joints. With that kind of competition, one probably wouldn't ever consider going here instead:
You wouldn't think such a place received mad props from Julia Child, save for the fact that the line for it goes around the block. And with good reason. I ordered the chilaquiles, lightly fried strips of corn tortillas (essentially nachos, yet still their own thing) doused in a spicy and creamy tomato sauce with pico de gallo, guac, mole, and so on. In case you hadn't guessed, sweet merciful mother of fuck, was it amazing.
If there's anything I've learned from the corn dogs of Cozy Dog, the donuts of Seattle's Pike Place Market, and now the chilaquiles of La Super-Rica, it's that there is nothing quite so wonderful as freshly fried non-processed well-made food. Even people who normally avoid fried food owe it to themselves to give such things a try at least once, should the rare opportunity arise.
From there, I hit up Santa Barbara's main attraction, the old town Mission.
I had no real interest in paying for the full tour, but at least I managed to snap a few shots of the lovely exterior.
An old washing basin.
But that was about it for Day One. Going by the guide, there seemed little worth stopping for along 101, mostly consisting of beaches and old missions. No, I thought, better to just plow ahead and find some place to sleep in San Simeon, where I would get up bright and early for one of the most important goals along this route. True to form, of course, the actual experience would be quite different from what I expected.
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Date: 2008-12-04 11:01 pm (UTC)Glad you found the restuarant. I always went for the fish tacos there.
Isn't the drive from Ventura to SB incredible?
Just wait until you get to Big Sur!
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Date: 2008-12-04 11:11 pm (UTC)I'll be posting the Big Sur pictures later today.