Ninety miles or so east of San Francisco, the jarring sight of twin smokestacks erupts from the Northern California scenery, interrupting the placid backdrop of vineyards, blue sky, and the Sierra Nevada mountains. The imposing concrete pillars are remnants of the now-defunct nuclear power plant in Rancho Seco, a man-made monument slowly being absorbed by the quiet countryside it invaded. A graveyard for one of the many American dreams this country has woken up from in the past 50 years, the site is eerie, made even more bizarre by the fact that this former plant now boasts a park and camping grounds. Almost... More >>>
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