Note: The last in the series of the author’s memories of San Francisco in 1967 and the Summer of Love.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
My gal and I had taken Highway 101 to the Bay too many times to remember — in our younger days to party in the City, but lately it seemed to see a
G entle reader, young and old, longtime Maderan, or a recent citizen, please ride with me, a kid just turned 12, on my Schwinn bicycle on a summer
I headed out of Keeler on the east side of the wasteland that is all that is left of once beautiful and pristine Owens Lake.
The temperature was in triple digits as we drove eastward from the shore of the Salton Sea to what is known as Slab City.