In our annual trips to Yosemite each year, it has become my habit to take an early morning walk down to the hanging bridge. I follow the paved path until I come to the path beaten into the grass that leads down to the river. I follow the river for a minute, then switch to the wooden fence border that leads me to the meadow where I am surrounded by the majestic granite rocks that seem to rise straight up from the ground. But, before I get to the meadow, as I make the last turn, this is my first peek and it has become my favorite view.
The benefits of membership at the LA Zoo
6 years ago