This last weekend I had a great idea.
We should go watch the sunrise.
It would be perfect.
We would get all bundled up, take a mug of hot chocolate, go hike and see the sunrise.
The weather was even supposed to be perfect too on Sunday.
Crisp and sunny.
Sadly, the weather was just about the only thing that did work out right.
Despite Josh happily being woken at 6 am and bundled into the car, asking “where we going mama?”, the rest of the morning did not quite go as planned.
The drive took a bit longer than we thought and we got there just after the sunrise.
It was still a beautiful view though.
But it was cold.
About 30 degrees cold.
And despite all his layers, Josh wasn’t having any of it.
He cried, refused to walk and screamed “hands not working!” I imagine because they were so cold. Poor kid. He clearly has inherited his mother’s Californian weather sensibilities.
Tim, always one to look on the bright side, suggested going for another hike in the afternoon to see the sunset, which happens over here at about 4pm.
I took a bit more convincing, as usual, but we ended up going on another hike to see the sunset, and I’m so glad we did.
There was beautiful light for photos.
Josh was much happier, rolling around in the grass and being thrown up into the air by Daddy.
We even managed a quick family photo.
And, of course, we saw the sunset.
It turned out to be the perfect plan after all.