Marin Voice: Don’t let administration strip our beloved protected lands

I was 15 when I first drove from San Francisco to Canada with my family.

I fell in love and found faith somewhere in Marin, besotted with rolling hills, tangled oaks, the high wide sky and rolling fogs foreign to my East Coast roots. Fifteen years later, I moved here and, at almost 60, I now count myself a proud Californian with all the easy stereotypes and complex reality that entails.

My husband grew up in Northern Nevada, a differing culture and landscape linked to California...