Yesterday C and I were enjoying our last hike up in Tilden when I looked down the hill and murmurdered "Bridge to Terabithia." C was all confused and had never heard of it. Whenever Suse and I see a steep ravine shaded by sinister looking trees, we nod to each other and say "Bridge to Terabithia". BtT is a Newberry winning young adult novel about two kids living in a rural community with overactive imaginations. Sadly in the end, on a stormy night the girl falls into a ravine and dies. That's the only bit Suse and I remember. Anyhow C kept saying "Bridge to Terabithia" past a few hillsides and then gave up.

I am almost famous as my eating self is doing a cameo in a San Francisco Chronicle photo from the Tamarindo review.