Too often, we're on a schedule to arrive at Point B at a specific time (checking in, meeting friends, etc.) So we typically opt for the more direct route if such exists.
But for our trip over this past Thanksgiving week, we did something we've always talked about: we took the direct route to the first two destinations (family one day, friends who are our family-by-choice the next). The time spent with our loved ones, some of whom we only see once a year if that, was wonderful.
And then we took the scenic route home. And WHAT a scenic route! Since our last visit with friends was in the San Francisco Bay Area, we opted to take the forest and coastal route home to northern Oregon, including a two-night stay at the southern end of the Avenue of the Giants, a redwood preserve in Humboldt County, California. We spent those nights at the Benbow Historic Inn, a hotel I stumbled across while writing a feature for "Forever MX-5" in 2008, and had wanted to visit ever since. It was a magical destination, with magical roads and sights all around.
We trusted to the luck of the road after that and made our decisions on the way, pulling off to investigate anything that seemed interesting. We loved Ferndale, California, a town founded in the late 19th century with beautifully restored Victorian architecture throughout. We tossed the dice and picked a motel from the Booking.com app on my phone and spent one night in Bandon, Oregon, a place I'd driven through once as part of the Oregon 1000 TSD rally some 15 years before. We headed north from there on Thanksgiving Day, where every eating establishment we passed was closed, till we arrived in Yachats, where our favorite restaurant there, right at the edge of the bay, was offering a VERY special prix-fixe dinner as a benefit for local charity.
I learned a few things, even this late in the game for me:
It's MUCH more enjoyable to allow the time to wander, to stop at all the fascinating roadside atrractions we'd passed on the way to the all-important destination, whatever it was. The drive down had its share of anxiety over arriving on time or finding our destination in an unfamiliar city. The liberty to say "That looks like fun, want to explore?" on the way home was one of those rare instances where reality matched or even exceeded expectations.
So we're starting to plan for a dream road trip I've had in mind for seven or eight years: Drive the MX-5 down from Oregon to San Diego, probably by direct routes. Spend a day or two there relaxing from the stresses of the Southern California freeway system.
And then return north by whatever road follows the coastline, as much as possible. Put the top down, watch the Pacific gliding past over my left shoulder, and stop when and where we want.