Really, San Francisco scenery can not even come close to comparing to my commute everyday. I get the ocean waves crashing in, then a twisty ride through serious canyon roads. I've seen nothing like these mountains in Marin, the Peninsula (not even La Honda) or 92 or 1 up north (Devil's Slide doesn't even come CLOSE!) or Wine Country or the east bay (well, maybe Mines Road comes close) but still...
It's been raining so the rocks appear especially jagged and outcropped and the shrub is moist and green and the fog is caught on the tops of rocks and trees and mountains like tufts of cotton. I used to see this on 280 as I drove south from San Francisco - but you know, even 280 is a poor comparison now. Although I miss my trees and Crystal Springs.
I feel like I drive through Machu Picchu every day. I can't believe it myself, Los Angeles (well Santa Monica Mountains) is really easy on the eyes. What a wonderful way to start and end the day. I can't think of anything better - except maybe living in them. But then I wonder - would I love them so? Maybe I'll find out someday. Until then, I will continue having the best commute ever! (And probably blogging too much about it too.)
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