There is something about crawling out of bed 15 minutes before we’re supposed to be leaving, grabbing my gear and heading out into the dark, bitter cold that I simply love. Well, not so much the cold part, screw that. I’m a bit of a not-a-morning-person who perversely loves mornings and tends to wake up early anyway. Tabula Rasa, on the other hand, is a not-a-morning-person who doesn’t wake up early and merely tolerates mornings. This had led to some disagreements as to what hour we leave on our trips. This time we compromised and I’m happy we did or our frostbite would have been worse.
It all paid off for us as we reached the third floor and the sun came over the horizon.