SisterBetty.orgRail Tripping
I don't know where I got the idea that riding a commuter line would take me to greener, cleaner places.  Maybe it was the experience of riding the Skunk Train or the Yolo Shortline.  Maybe it was driving south from San Francisco on Highway 280 and seeing the city disappear into lush forest.  Whatever the reason, I was wrong.

Once we exited the somewhat-interesting-if-gritty side of San Francisco, we entered a continuous, uninterrupted stretch of houses and strip malls that would last all the way to San Jose.  Almost indistinguishable from each other in their lack of character or design, the houses seemed to hunch together under the increasingly grey skies.  Tilt-up strip malls with chain stores touted by plastic fluorescent signs or endless car dealerships lined the streets wherever houses did not. 

My feeling of excitement for this trip began to vanish with the failing sunshine.

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