September 2011
The tiny hamlets of Bolinas and Stinson are still on the edge of my mental map of West Marin; go a little further and there are dragons, expanses of agate-laden beaches, houses with secret passageways and treehouses amid Ponderosa pines, lush gardens, seals hauled out along the lagoon, rushing water that creates cascades as the reef drains, hedges resplendent with passion flower vines, and dentists whose offices give you splendid views across bluegreen lagoon water surrounded by pine trees.
