A few mornings ago, I woke-up on a saddle of a “sky island” south of Tucson, Arizona. We’d hiked-up Mt. Wrightson the day before, gaining 4,000 ft. with 35lb. packs, and one of our rewards was this sunrise.
When we left the parking lot to start the hike, I said, “maybe we’ll see a UFO!” which is the same thing I’ve said when leaving the parking lot on every backpacking trip I’ve made since Cub Scouts.
It was one of those fitful nights of sleep when the wind howls through your tent, and you can only doze for an hour until the next gust blows through. At 4:30am, I poked my head out of my tent and saw something I’m happy I didn’t photograph, because the memory is so peculiar — a spectacular moonset; a nearly full moon falling over the horizon in the west, turning the clouds yellow & orange. Never seen that before.
An hour later, I looked left:
The longer I looked, I saw what looked like a rendering problem, a dead pixel, smack dab in the middle of the sunrise.
See it?
