It’s Sunday morning at 5am. You want to roll back over and say fuck it. You want stay in bed and return to dream land, warm yet wasting what could have been.
Instead you drag your ass out of bed, splash some water on your face and run out the door to catch a ride with a new mate, cheers Jonathan Hutchings 👊
You drive in the dark to a mountain top and from the shadows emerge 40 other crazy go-getters. Headlamps revealing their adventurous smiles and lighting the snowy path towards the peak.
Atop the summit the sun breaks the hold the dark horizon had on it and erupts in a burnt orange glow. The wind rips up the mountain face and stings your fingers but the numbing sensation has eased now, masked by the beauty of what lay ahead.
You think about the warmth of your bed, the soft pillows and the sleep probably needed…but then you look around again. You see the mountains, the dark ocean and the lights of the sleeping city down below. You see the appreciative smiles on the people around you, your new friends, and you know that you wouldn’t be any place but right here!
Chasing Sunrise on Dog Mountain January 2017.