A fox darts with army like stealth across my path out of the corner of my eye, disappearing into the dark night.
No moon tonight, only the brilliance of the stars in the sky.
My little cabin sits at the edge of the Grand Canyon’s South Rim, December snow around it’s edges. Only the tested tough are still here this late in the year.
Following society’s “normal” times will fail you out here.
2am is the time to rise and watch the sparkle in the heavens. 5am is the perfect time to start your sunrise watching.
The coffee pot is always percolating.
A moose startles me as he is searching for a meal in a tree across the way. A dark silhouette as the faintest of light starts to illuminate the skies above.
The light is the signal I’ve been waiting for. I ready my gear and start my exploration of the eastern rim of Mother Nature’s Grand Canyon in winter time.
