I live in Marin, and have been going to Bolinas since childhood. What has changed is amount of very wealthy people whom now consider the town their property.

I live in Marin, and have been going to Bolinas since childhood. What has changed is amount of very wealthy people whom now consider the town their property. They swoop in with their millions, and then complain? I'm sorry, but I don't get my wealthy Marin neighbors. They consider themselfs Liberal, but my goodness they are anything but tolerant. What really gets me is why move to Bolinas if you don't like excentric hippy types? I'm not going to pretend to understand them. I try to avoid my wealthy neighbors. Yes--Bolinas locals do not want outsiders. They tear down signs the county puts up. That's about as far as they go. They are a friendly bunch. If ever there go to Smiley's Bar. The owner keeps track of overzealous Sheriifs, whom are itching for a marginal dui. The wealthy threaten to sue, and complain about everything? You used to be able to spend the night on the beach. That will bring a ticket now. Surfers used to park overnight while traveling up, and down, the coast in their bus, but no more. Expect a ticket. Bolinas still has a nice 60's vibe, and I'm glad it's not gone. You probally know this, but hippies settled in Bolinas years ago. The land was cheap, and they loved the seclusion. They got involved in politics, and decided if they wanted to keep the small town feel they woukd have to act quick. Developers were eying get all of West Marin for development. The locals decided to issue only so many water hookups in order to control development. In their wildest dreams, they never thought the area (all west Marin) would appreciate in value so much. Back then people with money wanted the city, or or within aiming distance to a country club. That has changed, and they are quietly scooping up property, and bring their litigious uptight ways to a nice little town. Oh yea, a deceased friend of mine was married to a drug dealer in the 70-80's. They came home from an opulent night of debsuchery, and dining, in San Francisco. Her husband was blotto, and decided he needed to hide his $800,000 at the beach, or in his yard in Mill Valley. He woke up the next day, and forgot where he buried it. He went to every beach, and nothing rang a bell. He dug up his yard, and nothing. Out in west Marin there $800,000 buried somewhere, or floated away with the tide? Think about this treasure story when at the beach. We have one other treasure story in West Marin. Something to do with days before the combustion engine. Something about a large amount of old currency buried, or in a tree? My first treasure story is first hand knowledge. She had no reason you lie to me. Years later she told the new owners of her house the treasure story while in line at Safeway. She said the new owners looked at her like she was crazy.