Okay, so it’s time for another confession and this one is a little embarrassing. Until last fall, I had never seen the sunrise.
It’s not that I’ve never been awake at that ungodly hour of the day. It’s not that I don’t enjoy nature and all the beauties it has to offer. It’s not that I haven’t often thought I’d like to enjoy a beautiful sunrise. All of those things are true.
To be perfectly honest, and I’m somewhat ashamed to admit this, it’s really just one of those things I’ve never gotten around to doing. A few years ago, when Steve and I were doing a lot of sea kayaking, we often talked about getting up really early one morning and heading out to see the sunrise from the water. But we never did.
Now I have to admit I’m not a morning person. Given my choice about the way the world works, I’d prefer to start my day around 9 a.m., spend an hour or so drinking coffee and reading a magazine or a good novel, then have a hot shower and face the day. The rest of the world just doesn’t seem to agree with me.
So what does this have to do with riding around on motorcycles with our biker dog, you ask? The answer is easy. It was Jake who got me up to see the sunrise. He didn’t do it on purpose. He just woke up really early and, being in a strange place, decided he should go make friends with a bush or a tree.
That normally would have left me less than thrilled. Remember, I’m not a morning person. But as I stood outside our cabin watching the sun come up over the Northumberland Strait, I was actually kind of thankful that Jake woke me up. It was a beautiful sunrise. Jake and I watched the colours streak across the water, then went back inside and tumbled back into bed.
My only real regret was that, not realizing I was about to see my first sunrise, I didn’t take a camera outside with me that morning. I have no photo to help me remember the colours and the stillness, which of course means I’m going to have to get up that early some other day and see it all over again.
Luckily, it wasn’t our only encounter with the sun last summer, despite the wet weather. As part of our grand tour of lighthouses, we also headed to Prim Point, just outside Digby, and were lucky enough to arrive there just as the sun was beginning to go down. Jake and Steve checked out the view of the harbour, while I wandered around taking shots of the bikes basking in the light.
It wasn’t as good as the sunrise, but RoadDog and I did get to sleep in that morning.