There are few things I like more than sunrise. I love being the first person on a trail in the morning. I love the quiet. I love ushering in the new day with the sun. And I love the colors dawn brings.
Many of my adventures begin early in the morning, and sometimes I’m just crazy enough to wake up at 2:30am, drive more than 2 hours, and watch the sunrise over the mountains.
A couple weeks ago, I did just that at Mt. St. Helens.
I also have a thing for wildflowers.
Wildflowers start blooming in May in the lower elevations and gradually as summer progresses, they begin to bloom at higher ones. So, mid-July-ish this year (it varies slightly every year depending on snow/weather, etc.), the wildflowers began to bloom up on Mt. St. Helens.
Despite the lack of any clouds, it was a gorgeous peaceful morning.
I didn’t end up seeing another soul for nearly 2 hours. It was a perfect morning.
That Wild Lupine and Indian Paintbrush, though.
On the way back down, I stopped at a few viewpoints and got a panorama on my phone. I wish this was a scratch and sniff, because the amazing smell of wildflowers was blissfully overwhelming.
I also got to stop at Coldwater Lake to read for a bit in the morning sunshine and enjoy the antics of some very playful otters, but that was sans camera – so no pictures.
So many people never get up to see the sunrise. So many moments missed.
Have you ever gotten up for an early morning hike? If not, where do you want to go for sunrise first?