#sunrise lakes

As soon as the sun’s light reached us we made oatmeal and climbed back into the warmth of our sleeping bags to watch the last of the mist drift across the lake. Probably the best breakfast I’ve ever had.

The frost crunched under our feet. The fog rolled silently above the water. I swear the sun has never moved as slowly as it did that morning at Sunrise Lake.

As we set up our bear hang, we found an abandoned stack of gathered firewood and took it back to our site. We used up the last of our lighter fuel getting the fire to catch, the temperature dropping noticeably as the blue sky grew deeper and the stars started to come out. Sitting as close as we dared to the flames, we took in the night wild of Yosemite one last time.