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2 picks from Los Angeles.
Sand, oysters, the kind of porch where the day just goes.
Trees, trails, fires, fewer people. The cabin kind of weekend.
90 minutes up the 101, you turn inland and the air changes. Ojai is what happens when a California valley town stays small on purpose — orange groves, one main street, a pink sunset that earned its reputation. Two nights at the Ojai Valley Inn gets you the version of the town that spa-only weekends miss.
Four hours up the coast to Ventana Big Sur, where the redwoods meet the cliffs and the fog rolls in around 4pm. Two nights of silence, fire pits at sunset, a Japanese bathhouse built into the hillside. Big Sur stops being a drive-through when you give it a weekend.
Drafted by our agent, kept on the list when they hold up. Labeled honestly.
90 minutes up the 101, you turn inland and the air changes. Ojai is what happens when a California valley town stays small on purpose — orange groves, one main street, a pink sunset that earned its reputation. Two nights at the Ojai Valley Inn gets you the version of the town that spa-only weekends miss.
Four hours up the coast to Ventana Big Sur, where the redwoods meet the cliffs and the fog rolls in around 4pm. Two nights of silence, fire pits at sunset, a Japanese bathhouse built into the hillside. Big Sur stops being a drive-through when you give it a weekend.
