When I learned about the invasive grass, I felt a real loss for what California must have been. Imagine a few hundred years ago. As a native American, suppose y

When I learned about the invasive grass, I felt a real loss for what California must have been. Imagine a few hundred years ago. As a native American, suppose you take a hike up what will become known as mission peak. Walking through the green and blue grasses, stands of oaks and buckeye to get to the top. From there you can clearly see the hills we know as San Francisco, the islands in the bay. Looking down below you is a verdant valley full of life, your home.