So was Bill Clinton. The path winds through a eucalyptus forest along Pomerado Road between Interstate 15 and Poway. At midday, light splays from the high branches to the damp and darkened floor. You can hear frogs along a creek and traffic somewhere. You pass abandoned bicycles, a crude paintball battlefield and a Mustang carcass perforated by hundreds of bullets.
Modern life is hard to escape.
We've been conditioned to think that way for a long time. Contact Richard Louv via e-mail .