I live in earthquake country
As much as I curse the traffic, the crowds, the rain, the housing prices, the cost of living, the unethical ban on commercial biodiesel, the lack of parking and the freaking traffic in the Bay Area, there is still no place else I want to live.
The ocean is a couple of miles this way, the mountains, a couple of hours that way. You want the desert? Well that's on the way to the mountains.
Within 5 hours of here you can snow ski, water ski, hike, camp, hunt, fish, sleep on houseboats, pick mushrooms, look for indian artifacts, see herds of antelope or simply drive on roads where no one has been for hours, sometimes days, at 85 105 miles an hour.
As Devil's Slide and today's 1906 centennial remind us, California is going to fall into the ocean one of these days in spectacular fashion.
Even that will beat living in Alabama.
