I almost never see the sunrise. This mostly is due to the fact that I do my best not to wake up before sunrise but sometimes this is easier said than done. My dear husband on the other hand is up and out of the house by 4:30am 6 days a week so getting up at 4:30 to watch the sunrise on a Saturday morning is sleeping in for him.
6 years ago he took a group of people up a mountain to enjoy the sunrise after daylight savings time in the spring. It was a hit so he has kept up the tradition. And this year I married into it. I, of course, had the choice of just sleeping in but a lovely hike is always enticing.
Some years the group has been large but this year it was just 4 of us. This wasn’t surprising to me since waking up extra early on Saturday mornings isn’t exactly a top to-do on many people’s weekend list. And this year the top of the mountain was very windy so we all huddled up against the cold and used the rocks as wind breakers. Despite the wind it was still beautiful.
Seeing the sun poke over the top of the hill was quite satisfying. Especially since it took a lot of effort and hiking in the dark to get to our lookout perch. And the sky turned a very nice burnt orange.
But it didn’t take long for the sun to be fully up and too bright to look directly into. Those minutes leading up to the sunrise seem to take forever but once the sun hits the horizon, it seems to move rather quickly up towards its place in the sky.
The hike back down the mountain was uneventful and it was fun for me to see the area in the light since the view coming up the mountain was covered in darkness. Despite the early time this was a great way to start a Saturday morning. But i’m still thankful that it only happens once a year.