drove down from oregon city yesterday. left a little after 5am, and got in around 6:30pm. here are my impressions of the route:
southern oregon is beautiful. mountains and hills covered in pine trees. the road was windy, wide, and had a high speed limit. basically perfect.
the minute you get into california, you turn a corner and are surprised by mount shasta. it's still pretty far away, but you can't miss it. when i said southern oregon was beautiful, what i meant was "it's ok." it couldn't really even compare to the scenery at lake shasta. the trees go almost all the way to the water-line, but (depending on the time of year) you can see a small orange band of clay at the edge. i'm going to swim there someday.
then i got out of the mountains. and, as probably everyone except me already knew, central california is about the most boring place to drive on the planet. flat, long, straight stretches of road, hemmed in by fields and vineyards that attract flies to their stink. i didn't think it was possible, but it's browner there than it is on the palouse right now. the road begs you to drive at twice the allowed speed, despite the warnings that cops are flying planes now.
overall, it was a pretty straightforward drive. i got onto I5, and didn't get off until i got to LA. the monotony was broken up by the hundreds of trucks required to slow down the flow of traffic. it was a game, and the winners were the ones that made it past before the trucker pulled into your lane. but i'm glad to be here now. i don't think it's completely hit me yet that i'm going to be here for the next 3 months. until it does, i can be entertained by the lizards that crawl the wall outside my window.