Mas and I feel very lucky to live within a few hours drive of Yosemite Valley. We visit often and there is always a warm feeling of being at home, walking familiar paths to well-loved places. But each time we are there, it is different. The sun and shadows lie on a cliff face differently, a tree has grown or died, some rock has fallen. It is a living place which feels like a friend.
This visit we walked up to Mirror Lake by a route we hadn’t used before, and found this bridge across the river.