Sometimes the only way to believe in forever is to see it firsthand.
I read this quote in a magazine ad on the wild and wonderful charms of West Virginia, a state I've never visited. It reminded me of another wild and wonderful sight from my travels.
|Looking 3,000 feet down into Yosemite Valley|
from Taft Point
|The hike starts out on a forested path.|
|Only one small guardrail keeps|
visitors back from the edge.
|Boulders have been stuck in|
rock fissures for centuries.
Amazingly, our party of three had this entire scene to ourselves. We wandered over the rock surface, and I tempted the fates a bit bydangling my feet over the edge (I looked out not down!). We lingered awhile on elevated rocks just soaking in the serenity and peacefulness of this immense, isolated spot. Even in a national park visited by four million people annually, it’s possible to feel alone and at one with nature.
|Sharp, jagged rocks form sheer cliffs|
at Taft Point in Yosemite.
Photos by Larry and Beverly Burmeier