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That little house across the canyon is where my best friend lived while we were growing up. We used to be able to talk/shout to each other from our back yards. We would slip out of our houses at night and meet down in the wash to play pretend or just to talk. I remember one day when the washes ran hard enough that they prevented us from being able to go to school and my mom had made blackberry muffins and Peyton was grounded (this is a whole other story) so I set off on a Secret Blackberry Muffin Mission traversing the canyon and crossing the uncrossable river all while carrying a zip locked bag full of increasingly smashed muffins to hand-deliver to my imprisoned friend in secret via bedroom window like some kind of strange pastry themed Rapunzel reenactment. We had a pretty great childhood.