Kenya's trees. . . . . . . . . . .

It was like a secret place, hidden in the trees.  
A necklace of green draped across the golden plain. 
A tiny river tributary ran through it. . . . . was responsible for it.

When our vehicle pulled up after a somewhat rough and bouncy ride from
 the airstrip, all that was visible was a swinging rope-handled, well-worn 
wooden bridge over the muddy water. . . . . . . and lurking hippos below!

Entering the main camp tented building, this stunning view greeted
 us from the deck. I will remember this lovely unexpected landscape always.

Trees are scarce in the Maasai Mara - these were some of my favorites.