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indeed.
it was one of those spectacular mornings.
my alarm had gone off at 5am or something equally unpleasant.
generally i grumble, curse, or hope for it to be cloudy so i can go back to bed.
however on this particular occasion i crawled out of my sleeping bag on the hard floor of the yurt, past the sputtering coal-fired stove that had died sometime during the night, and made my way to the door of the yurt.
the night before i hadn't bothered to look on my compass exactly which way we were facing. but as i looked out the window of the yurt - clad in my thermal underwear to ward of the freezing temperatures - i knew immediately. the sky was ablaze. the cairn was visible as a silhouette against this firey dawn.
i went from wanting to crawl back into my bag to dashing across this frozen landscape with tripod in hand.
it was a good morning.
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