OK, so even though when *you* went to climb a certain mountain in Argentina in 1997, there was no bridge over the river, and your then-husband and you fell in while trying to cross it on foot, before you go writing about the experience in a kick-ass and fairly significant scene to be inserted into your novel (which is set in 2009), you should really check whether 12 years later, the place still looks the same as you remember it:

Look! There's a bridge now!

I stumbled across this quite by accident today, after four years of researching and writing this freakin’ story — how did I miss this tiny fact?! And I HAD thought the novel editing was going really, really well and I was just at the “polishing” stage. Sigh. Back to the rewriting board.

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