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The morning mist was still hanging low when I walked through the quiet meadow. For a few minutes, Yosemite Valley felt completely still—just me, the trees, and the sound of water dripping from the leaves. Then the clouds began to lift, revealing El Capitan glowing in soft light. I stood there in awe, watching the granite face appear piece by piece. Moments like this remind me why I keep coming back—it’s never the same view twice.