Or, one can just wing it...
We headed out around ten in the morning, not in the family tradition of eating breakfast (those little boxes of cereal that you cut open and fold back the tops) at the side of the road in Ventura.
No, I had breakfast at seven that morning. But we stopped at Jack In The Box where I had a breakfast something without sausage. It was pretty good. I should have had a coffee, too.
Whereas I would have driven straight through L.A., Matt likes to avoid traffic if possible, so we took the scenic detour around the worst of it. It was a big parking lot on the 10 east, but we weren't going that way.
There wasn't a lot to see along the way, at least that hadn't been seen before.
EVENTUALLY we saw some locomotives running along side of road. Trains are always interesting. I took several pics, all of them bad.
Well, what can I say?
It was time for lunch, so we decided to find an In-N-Out Burger. Matt keeps a brochure in his glove compartment listing all the locations. What a clever lad! Be prepared!
The only location in Tulare County is in Visalia, so we headed over there. Saw an abandoned drive in joint there. Right out of American Graffiti!
It was the Pepsi Cola sign that caught my attention, and sadly it's almost out of the shot.
We found the In-N-Out Burger and had a little feast. It was really crowded there. A whole soccer team came in, looked at the line, and half of them left. There was a guy in full Lycra who wheeled his bicycle in line.
Good food!
I saw a nifty old van on the way out of Visalia, but only managed to get this shot.
That's it for Visalia! Looked like a nice place to live, but I bet it's mighty warm in the summer.
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