If greens were going to match their advocacy with concrete action, they would move from Santa Cruz or Mill Valley to Eureka or Yuba City where the rain falls — or at least inward to Fresno and Visalia where for eons runoff from the nearby Sierra has created a vast aquifer of easily accessible and clean ground water. Barring that, Menlo Park could shower on “smelt-free Mondays,” while Palo Alto could restore the salmon by paving over its lawns. In an honest world, we would admit that the Madera resident is far more ecologically attuned to his environment than is the Presidio Heights grandee or UC professor ensconced in the dry Berkeley Hills. The former at least chooses to live atop an aquifer, the latter assumes someone else had long ago found a way to import him his nightly shower from far across the state and at far greater cost.
—Victor Davis Hanson, “Mythologies and Pathologies of the California Drought”
A few years ago, I shocked my colleagues at work by stating that I refuse to recycle – on principle. “Why?” They asked. I answered, “That’s what landfills are for.”
What about Davis? I’ve had my eye on that town as an ideal place for retirement for a while now.