I know, I know. Everyone and their mother has been there hundreds of times. Still, there’s just something magical about this lake high up in the canyon, with it’s turquoise see through waters, and hundreds of little streams cascade down from the waterfall above. Whenever there’s time, I like to stop here for a short run (preferably at an odd time of day when there’s fewer tourists) to stretch my legs when coming back from trips out West.
Where is Bronson? 