This is the hill that forms the backbone of Berkeley, or at least one part of it. I live atop the far end of it, and the vast majority of my memories are on this hill, one part or another of it. I truly do belong to it, heart and soul. I was raised on its steep face; I played as a child in the forests of its back; I drove to school every day for years along its ridgetop; I walked to friends' houses scattered all across its face. I love this hill, this mountain, this ridge, and I know that it loves me in return.