Just 47 miles north of San Francisco, a country road winds through the small town of Glen Ellen, where a sign directs you to Jack London State Historic Park.
Bob Ruether is a docent at the park. He guides me along trails lined with ancient manzanita trees, where everything is still. It’s like walking through a painting. The air is damp from an early morning rain. Down a hill a group of teenage boys from a halfway house pull out sandwiches and sit at a bench with their teacher.