Last week while staying with friends at their beautiful Alabama lake house, I felt my way in the 5 a.m. darkness onto their dock to try to snag a picture of the sunrise.
I’d already missed it that week. Twice. I wasn’t about to miss it again.
So I got out there early, granola bar in hand, camera ready, and waited. Patiently at first. Then … not so much.
Surprise, Deb. The summer sunrise isn’t until 5:48. Aargh.
