We turned in early the night before because Phil had a full day planned for the next day.
Starting at 2:30 am! [Gulp].
Thankfully, the 3-hour time difference worked in our favor and it wasn’t *too* difficult to get everyone up and ready to go. Depending on who you ask. Plus we had the kids wear comfy regular clothes to bed the night before so all they had to do in the morning was wake up and brush teeth. And also get into our rented mini-van where they could go back to sleep during the two hour drive. Not that they did, but the option was fully theirs to take advantage of.
The line of cars inched forward painfully slowly. Finally, we got far enough to see that there was a booth ahead but no one was in it. No signs telling when anyone would arrive and no other information that we could see. So we followed the other forward-thinking/renegade cars and tour buses ahead of us and went around the booth to make it up the mountain.
I was beginning to think this trip was a bust and was pretty disappointed that we weren’t going to see the sunrise that had been raved about and deemed a must-see. The catch is you don’t know if you’ll get to see it on any given morning what with the fog, random rain showers, and any other last-minute, unpredictable mountain weather conditions that arecompletely separate from the weather down by the beaches. You just have to go and hope it all works out. And it looked like it really wasn’t going to the morning we drove up there.
Major, MAJOR props to Phil for planning this and making it happen. He’s kinda my hero.