The next morning, an early rise gets us packing and moving in the dark (here McKenzie fills stuffs her pack) as we attempt to get to a vista point for a warm breakfast with the sunrise.
The golden evening light trickles through the trees, but little of it still reaches our shelter. A solid pasta dinner, and mmmmm, warm pasta juice, cap of a perfect day and knocks us out cold.
The un-risen sun rings our view with a glowing band on the horizon announcing its eminent rise.
