All I found on my ride to work Friday was eucalyptus debris. So. much. crap. I spent a good 15 minutes stopping and throwing branches off the highway shoulder, forging a path for the commuters behind me. The longest branch was about 6 feet long, but there were a
lot of shorter ones, and the pavement was
covered with flower bits, the ones that squash under your tires, not the ones that make your wheels jump an inch to the right. Great Bird of the Galaxy, I want the Bay Trail so bad I can taste it. Only three more years...