Which Sleeper Are You?
Friday January 16, 2009
I enjoy sleeping at the campground, because it is away from the noise and distractions of daily life. And since there is no computer, TV, telephone or refrigerator, what else is there to do at night? I am usually early to bed and early to rise. However, there are days when I hike too far, or fish too hard, or stay up too late around the campfire that I find myself sleeping well past sunrise.
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I enjoy getting up at sunrise to search for golden lighting to photograph interesting scenery. Usually it is less windy and before others are out and about.
Two days ago I photographed the full moon setting behind Carson Peak with June Lake in the foreground.
I also photographed the moonset at nearby Mono Lake’s tuffa formations just before sunrise last year.
By sundown I’m ready to relax and edit photos on a laptop and dream of tomorrow morning’s adventures.
It’s about 5:45 AM I love to get up just before the sun, get my fire going, sip on my cup of coffee, watch the sun rise, listen to the sounds of morning. Ahh camping that’s what it’s all about. Next trip July 4th weekend 3 days, can’t wait.
There something about camping that never made me want to “sleep-in”. Even if I wanted to now, it is impossible with a toddler in your tent
The earlier I’m up the better. I like to do the campstove coffee thing, too. I also sit back in my chair and experience the peacefulness of it all. There must be a bunch of us doing this while everybody else is asleep!
I’m not sure that there is a much better experience than to get up in the dead of the night, well after all of the other revelers of camping have finally laid it down for the night, and rekindling the coals from the evening’s meal, putting on a fresh new pot of coffee, and watching the great starry expanse of the universe unfold as I take in and view God’s handiwork of creation in the heavens. The perking coffee is suddenly done as time momentarily gets stopped in it’s tracks, and the small fire’s curls of flame, ebb in the predawn glow that rises in the east, seemingly out of nowhere.
Another day is fast approaching, and somehow the coffeepot is as empty as when I first got up, …four hours ago.
Good morning