The journey into and through the City was surreal. I decided to stay up on the freeway as long as possible, pretty much taking the route I would've in a car.
The damage from the fire had spread to South of Market and was raging off to my left in the Mission. I would imagine that the firefighters can't stop it without trucks and without power. I had to pass over a part of the freeway that was burnt.
At the end of the freeway, I headed up the long hill up towards Golden Gate Park. Much of the area at the base of the hill was in rubble. Many buildings had collapsed into the street so progress was slow. The area to the North was still burning too.
Once I got near the park, there were people everywhere. Probably the displaced folks from the fire and other people looking for answers. Looked a bit like a third world country. I was attracting a lot of attention with my bike-train set up. Some of it was pleasant, but others, desperate for help or needing to get somewhere were getting too insistent for comfort. I went up two blocks from the park and continued to the west. My wife's friend lives way out in the Avenues, but I made quick work of the 45 blocks. I was exhausted when I arrived.
They aren't here.
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