It seems like a disproportionate amount of time this summer has been spent driving up and down along the Californian section of I-5. We’re even starting to recognize some of the too small to be map-worthy towns and could probably make several decently well informed restaurant recommendations if you’re heading that way. Personal favorite one-horse, blink and you’ll miss it towns include Weed for its self-defacing sense of humor and Grants Pass (not technically in California, but whatever) for its cheesy tourist trap of an overdone bear theme (more on that later). This time around, we decided to switch things up a bit and venture off the main highway, and subsequent backroads driving proved incredibly rewarding in the form of multiple “combination guns, amo, bait, tackle, and deli” type stores and my first sighting of a public duck plucking station. Requisite over-emotional country music was blasted, of course. My only regret is that we were a week too late to check out the crawdad festival.