In Visalia, because fuck if I’m going to take the same route between SoCal and the PNW twice if I can help it

(Options remaining after this trip are US 101 and US 97-CA 89-CA 70-CA 49, past that I’m just zigzagging around stitching different fresh segments together)

I was heading for a Motel 6 when I saw a place with much more character and stopped. They had young cats in the lobby. Good call.

Visalia reminds me of what I hear about Bend before it blew up, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it followed the same path.