Faith in Bolineas: Post-Script
I shared my pumpkin-out-of-gas-left-at-the-nameless-road story with a coworker after the big weekend.
His reply was, “Sure there are no names of roads to get there. It’s Bolineas.”
The story is that a lot of Hippies moved there in the late 1970s, after protesting something nearby and stumbling upon the cute town. They decided to turn it into a Utopian community and wanted to discourage the outside world from finding them, so they ripped down the road signs and any clues as to how to find the town. Discouraging tourists and such.
To this day, no matter how many times a government agency puts up road signs, they get torn down. Sounds crazy, but this is what it says in wikipedia on the matter:
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“The population of the Bolinas …was 1,246 at the 2000 census. Located along the coast and accessible only via sometimes unmarked roads, Bolinas is perhaps best known for its reclusive residents; historically, any road signs pointing the way into town on Highway One have invariably been torn down by local residents.
Bolinas and its reclusive reputation feature in the 1981 novel Ecotopia Emerging by Ernest Callenbach.”
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