It’s a sunny cool morning…we’re camped here at about 9,000 ft. elevation again.
Pia is usually the first up in the mornings, and Fred and I have developed a bit of a routine, where one of us gets up, gets dressed and takes her out, while the other one relaxes a bit, enjoying the warmth and bed for awhile before rising. The late riser then rolls up the bedding and makes the bed into a couch, which quickly doubles our living space into a house. We for the most part, try to informally take turns with these tasks.
When I get up early, (depending on location and environment) I like to take Pia for a nice early morning walk, so we can both get in some brisk exercise to start our days.
This morning, surrounded by a beautiful aspen grove, we set off on a game trail, saw a glistening body of water between the shimmering leaves, and followed the trail down to a surprise lakeside, where we found ourselves with the lake completely to ourselves, apart from one small family of ducks way across the far end of the water.
Unidentified birds flittering about, peaceful, calm water, and a golden orange sunrise.
Lovely. These quiet mornings are every bit as cherished as all the beauty and grandeur of the national parks and monuments we visit.
Walking back up the hill was a bit of a challenge though. I forget about the altitude. Hiking uphill at 9,000 ft, for even just half a mile, takes a lot of effort.
But worth every step.