road trip
Having driven down Interstate 5 (or I-5 as we natives like to call it) is like driving down a ribbon of concrete through paradise or hell, depending upon your point of view. If you like buildings, people and lots of man-made activity, you will be sorely disappointed ~ unless cars, trucks and RV's turn you on. But if wide open vistas of rambling hills, row upon row of fruit trees and endless sky is your idea of heaven, then you will be greatly pleased.
Well, for the most part. A couple hundred miles of practically the same vista can get a bit boring. My husband, who grew up in Fresno and waxes nostalgic about farm land, thinks every mile is a treat. I, on the other hand, really do like the view but get antsy down around Bakersfield. No offense to the citizens of big B, but for those of you who have taken the I-5 to Los Angeles, you know what I mean.
So if my husband suggests that we take a byway instead of a highway, I'm all for it. And that leads us to Los Banos. Stay tuned.
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