I awoke that morning in darkness and crawled out of the tent, hoping to catch a good sunrise. Sometimes it's really worth getting up so early.
In this place, so far removed from roads and 'civilization', it's utterly still and hushed at that time of morning, save for the occasional call of a shorebird or a small boat working its way up the bay. It's a time of quietude and time for reverence for whoever decorates the scenes we see.
(The title is from one of my favorite Chris Smither songs, "I Am the Ride.")