Turns out, the bastards have something to say about climate change By Reilly Capps The eucalyptus trees of northern California give the place an elegant, dilapidated charm. They rise high from the ground quickly but then seem to run out of steam, looping back toward the Earth in a graceful swoop. These ones below  are from Golden Gate National Recreation Area, just north of San Francisco, where I camp. And camping on Angel Island, in the nearby San Francisco bay, the eucalyptus ...