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California's Central Valley produces 80% of the world's almonds. Each almond requires 3.2 gallons of actual irrigation water to grow. Not rainfall. Actual tap water pumped from aquifers.
One gallon of almond milk requires 162 gallons of irrigation water. Compare that to dairy milk at 8 gallons of tap water per gallon, with the rest being rainfall that falls on pasture anyway.
But here's where it gets properly grim. Almonds bloom for exactly three weeks in February. During those three weeks, California needs every pollinating bee in North America transported to the Central Valley or the crop fails entirely.
Commercial beekeepers truck in 31 billion honeybees. That's two-thirds of America's entire managed bee population, all concentrated in one valley for three weeks. The bees are packed into trucks, driven across the country, dumped into almond groves drenched in pesticides, worked to exhaustion, then packed up and shipped to the next crop.
The mortality rate is catastrophic. Beekeepers report losing 30 to 50% of their hives annually. That's billions of bees dead. Not from natural causes. From being used as disposable pollination machines for your almond milk.
The pesticides don't help. Almond groves are sprayed with neonicotinoids which scramble bee navigation systems, fungicides which weaken their immune systems, and herbicides which eliminate the wildflowers they'd normally forage on between almond blooms.
Meanwhile the aquifer depletion is permanent. The Central Valley has sunk 28 feet in some areas from groundwater extraction. That water took 10,000 years to accumulate. It's being drained in decades for almond milk.
Your vegan latte killed more bees and used more water than a year's worth of dairy milk. But it's got "plant-based" on the label so you're definitely saving the planet.
I miss San Francisco.
I miss Crissy Field. The Marina Green.
I miss that walk along the water at sunset, with all that green to your left, the water to your right, and the sight of that huge surreal orange bridge up ahead.
The Italian sandwich spots in north beach. The insane views from Russian Hill.
Getting lost in the Presidio, or Golden Gate Park for hours at a time.
The parrots flying above Alta Plaza Park.
I miss the sand dunes at Ocean Beach.
All those little stores in the mission that sell the most random things that you can’t help but check out over and over again, even though you’re not really sure what they are.
I miss running into some of the best coffee spots in the world everywhere you turn.
The feeling that you’ve gone back in time as you wander through the Haight-Ashbury and walk by stores that somehow survive selling nothing but tie-dye clothes.
I miss hiking around Lands End, in disbelief that place exists on earth.
I miss the time-worn but perfect hole-in-the-wall Chinese food restaurant you can’t get enough of.
I miss walking into the Ferry Building on a Saturday morning and wanting to sample from every single one of those little shops, and then existing out to a picture perfect farmers market along the water.
I miss that stunning downtown view that rises you out of nowhere as you head up highway 280.
I miss the electric energy of a crowded Dolores Park on a sunny day, and guessing just what crazy thing that next vendor is going to walk by with.
I miss the occasional movie at the Castro Theater, and that hilarious vibe as you’re heading inside.
I miss walking up to one of the most beautiful ballparks ever built, and that smell of garlic that sharply greets you as you enter.
I miss the throwback steakhouse vibe of The House of Prime Rib.
Or occasionally putting on my tourist hat and heading down to Fisherman’s Wharf or over to Alcatraz; two places where you’re guaranteed to never run into anybody you know.
I miss zipping down Franklin St and timing it so the lights all turn green just as your car approaches the intersection.
I miss the authenticity of Chinatown.
I miss how the wind sounds as you ride the ferry across the bay to Sausalito. Talk about a bucket list experience.
I even miss hearing those loud kids that crowd The Tipsy Pig all day, screaming at the top of their lungs as that fifth drink starts to hit them.
I miss that it never gets too hot, and that picturesque layer of fog that settles just above the water, even when it hangs around for just a few weeks too long.
I miss the eclectic mix that makes up the people of San Francisco, and the passion they have for their city.
And most of all, I miss the enthusiasm and the optimism, even within a city that has always had its challenges.
The people who live there are there because they know there are better days ahead.
They know they live in a special place.
It’s been down before, but there are just too many great things about it to ever count it out.
San Francisco will be back.
And it will be better than ever.
It’s an American national treasure.
It’s a place we should all be rooting for.
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@jaltma Point Richmond is the Bay Area's hidden secret. Wonderful patch of land southwest of the 580 on the southwestern tip of Richmond.
Beach, trails, and the best little downtown with coastal vibes. All within a 30 min ferry ride to SF.