All I remember from driving through Oxnard many years ago, it was foggy and a big artichoke field. Not unpleasant views at all.
The farm lands, the rolling hills, the proximity to the coast, all very pretty. But the smell of steer manure gave you the hint you were approaching.
My parents have a persimmon orchard in a nearby town. Got big time poached last year; such a terrible incident.
Now Oxnard has hothouse frames that are grow raspberries ( I think; it’s been a year since I was there.)
I am glad you had a pleasant experience there. When I was growing up, I thought Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees was singing about my town.. “Another Pleasant Valley Sunday...”