Perched along Whisky Ridge, we hoped that the cool breeze blowing through the tent would sweep away some of the smoky haze that had accumulated the previous afternoon. Alas, we had no such luck, evidenced by the orange glow extending far from the horizon as the sun worked its way into view. Even without an alarm, I seem to wake up a few minutes before sunrise when I'm out in the wild. Layers of light stretched into the distance. To the west, the moon was making its final descent towards the summit of Whisky Peak... ...chased from the sky by…
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