24 Mar 2012
From Paul's Facebook page –
The I-5 from LA to San Fran is a weird drive. Dry bare hills, plains of agribusiness, no people or towns. And then the armies of wind turbines. Thought I was in a Margaret Atwood novel.
When we crossed the Bay Bridge fog was rolling in across the water under the Golden Gate as if a hidden giant on cue – “They’ve entered the bridge now, start pumping!” – was operating a huge smoke machine. Too cliched to be true. The bone white houses climbing the hillsides. San Francisco looks like a city should. Old fashioned, long standing and mythic.