In the North Bay, Route 37 stretches across the upper reach between Vallejo and San Rafael. It curves across wetlands and pastures, several bridges arching over places distinctly nowhere. The entire drive feels more like rolling through Oddworld than Northern California: strange birds of many species wheel through the air, the vegetation itself seems aware of your presence, the sky is a perpetual race of clouds.

On a signpost at a small turn-off in the middle of this beautiful expanse of wild emptiness can be found a hand-painted traffic sign:

I've always wondered where Gonzo lives. Now I know.