I was amazed by the variety of textures in the landscape...the shore ending in cliffs and mountains, climbing up onto variegated flora. Blues and greens and yellows and I finally understand the watercolor of seaside paintings.
Nearing beach cities, we passed by surfers and their vans on the shore, or trailers parked higher up the cliffs.
Gradually, the beaches gave way to greater greenery, with more residential artifacts: pickup trucks, houses, and telephone lines. It was amazing, how colorful the landscape could be so near the sea.
The last leg of my journey had my window displaying "America's Salad Bowl." As this is long enough as it is, I will save that for a later post.