Day 141, 2012 The general rule of thumb when we travel is that I get sunrises and sunsets and Karen can call dibs on all of the other hours in the day.
If I have learned anything, it’s that sunrises and sunsets are a crap shoot. Maybe you’ll get something, maybe you won’t. Take a chance and roll the dice.
They weren’t as spectacular as I had hoped for, but there is still something to be said for standing in the middle of a field by yourself at the edges of light. The music is so different from any other time of day. In the mornings there is a hustle and bustle amongst the birds. They’re busy and they want everyone to know it. Most of the songbirds are at their best early in the morning. In the evening the killdeer and the frogs fill the air with harmony. These are the things that remind why I set the alarm for so darned early.
I’m fairly certain we are looking at from left to right Mt. Bachelor, Broken Top and the Three Sisters. But then, geography was never my strong suit. I’m the one who can’t find her way out of a wet paper bag without a gps unit.