By Courtney Aldor

To get to Cody Strauss’s class on Saturday morning, I crossed a precarious makeshift bridge of sticks across a steady flowing stream.  Of course, I could’ve come by way of the front entrance, past the Mill Valley Public Library, but that just wouldn’t be like me.  Up on the Amphiteatre stage, we laid mats out on the wooden platform to the sound of crows calling...