As a photographer I see many sunrises/ sunsets; most are soon forgotten but some linger in you memory for some reason, this is one of those. I'll tell you why.
I went on a 3 night solo camping trip to Lake O'Hara. Upon reaching camp I quickly pitched my tent and as I set up to do some exploring, I opened my bag and realized I had forgotten more than half of my food. I told myself not to panick and I rationed the remaining stash accordingly so as to have at least something to eat each day. Over the next days I did a lot of trekking which in turn made me eat all the food sooner than I had planned. On my last day I took a long hike and caught a gnarly snowstorm very far from camp. I returned to camp at night tired, completely wet and very hungry. My spirits were very low; I took off my wet clothes, ate half a cliffbar I had remaining and shivered in my sleeping bag until I fell asleep. The next day I woke up at about 4am. I don't know where I found the strength, but I got up slipped on my wet icy boots and headed a couple of clicks down to the lake. That fine morning the sun rose in an epic manner with orange, purple and pink hues covering the sky. After contemplating this beauty of a sunrise I no longer felt tired, cold or hungry. In fact I felt like the luckiest man on the planet. As I wrapped up and marched back to camp another snowstorm fell on me. I didn't matter this time, my cup was full. 😀 ------------------------------------------------