Taking an invite to camp up on Mountain Home Road from a kayaking friend, I was immediately struck by the landscape. A higher elevation than the city of Leavenworth, the area campsites popped out along a winding network of single-lane dirt roads. Brush and small trees were only about the height of a man, which announced the far-off campsites of neighbors by their flicking camp fires (or in one midnight case, by the thumping of The Glitch Mob and the presence of a fire twirler performing on the ridgeline.
With the openness came wind (a hot wind since we were approaching a record-setting 100-degree day tomorrow) and a beautiful sky. Which means that not only was the full moon shining right down on me as it rose at 1am, but also that when first light came at 4am, I was right up with the sun. It’s weird to not be bothered by that when dragging myself out of bed for 9am near brings me to tears.
It’s 1am, do you know where the moon is? Yep. Penetrating your eyelids.
4:03 am. Tough to be annoyed at that.