Caves

Caves have always been magic to Fio. She encountered her first one when she was about five. It was down at the end of the block in the woods behind Bobby Duncan's grandfather's house, a shallow refuge under an overhang. An ideal stage setting, Fio thought, and many adventurous dramas were played out there, at least in her mind.

The next caves she encountered were a series of charming springs emitting from the walls of a small valley in Cameron Park. They were enchanting, fodder for fairy tales.

There was no cave in Fio's own suburban backyard, but now she lives on five wooded acres. And somewhere in those five acres, if she looks hard enough, there's bound to be a cave. At least in her imagination.