Every road has to end somewhere — and California made sure it ended with something worth the drive.
Santa Monica was the finish line, but for most people who made it there, it was really the beginning of whatever came next. California was the promise at the end of Route 66 — the ocean, the reinvention, the idea that you could drive until the country ran out and still not run out of possibilities. The Dust Bowl families came here. The dreamers came here. The ones who just needed to see if the road was as long as they'd been told — they came here too, and they weren't disappointed.
The road ends at the Pacific. What starts there is up to you.
