I woke this morning to a girl hounding her brother to get out of bed at 6:30am. They’re both pretty young, just out of high school, and a riot most of the time.
I am the last one out of camp as I sit here at 8:55am. I admire the tenacity of my fellow hikers and to be fair, Damascus is closer than ever.
It seems to me however, that when waking to a view like this, the only proper course of action is to enjoy a cup of tea.