The last day I spent in Joshua Tree National Park (2009) was a very cold and windy day. I had the clock set on 4:30am so I would have time to hike up to a nearby spot to watch the sunrise.
When I woke up it was cold. Very cold…and windy…and cold. My tent was covered in frost and I don’t think my sleeping bag has ever felt so warm.
The initial reaction was to close the tent and zip up my sleeping bag…which I did.
As I was laying there I knew I would regret it if I didn’t make the effort and head out to watch the sunrise.
I got up, checked my hiking boots for uninvited guests, pulled my hat downs as far as I could, grabbed my camera gear and then started to run around in circles to warm me up…luckily this was in December so there were no one around…you can only imagine how…awesome I looked…running around in the dark with a big backpack and a tripod in hand.
I ran up to the spot I had picked out the night before and I stood up there thinking to myself that this is probably not worth it…
…then I saw the first light in the sky…and everything went quiet…it felt like the cold went away..and wind disappeared. You couldn’t do anything but just stand there in awe…
It is by far the most fantastic sunrise I have ever seen…and I almost missed it.
Being comfortable is nice…but way too predictable.