Earlier this year, after the abrupt end of a short and tortured marriage, I fled to San Francisco, where the surrounding landscape has always moved me, to recover. When (or whether) I’d return to New York, I wasn’t sure; all I knew (and all I still know) was that two reliable mood-lifters—redwoods and red wine—were now at my fingertips.

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