It has driven men crazy.

It has warped and distorted character out of all semblance to its former self.

It has sweetened love and killed love.
There is an antidote--but I am going to let you find the antidote somewhere in the story.
Bud Moore, ex-cow-puncher and now owner of an auto stage that did not run in the winter, was touched with cabin fever and did not know what ailed him.

His stage line ran from San Jose up through Los Gatos and over the Bear Creek road across the summit of the Santa Cruz Mountains and down to the State Park, which is locally called Big Basin.

For something over fifty miles of wonderful scenic travel he charged six dollars, and usually his big car was loaded to the running boards.