One night every week, a cohort of West Marin’s scarce 20 and 30-somethings gather in an office above the Old Western Saloon. The walls bear evidence of their twin focus on the land and the arts: a six-by-four foot United States Geological Survey map of the peninsula, shelves of poetry, literature and field guides, a . . .

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