We were out for another sunrise. I tried to shake my Daylight Savings sleepies, while Kona shook off some pent up energy after my long Sunday away. As usual, my attention landed on the morning sky.Kona's went straight to the sniffs.
At the top of our first hill, I looked to the east. Southern California's tallest peak bathed in the warm morning's sunrise. While the summit still rests, covered in snow, it may soon take on it's dry, summer appearance, as three 80 degree days are forecasted.
When the weather warms up, the sky seems to lose it's soft colors. An airplane left it's mark on the bright sky.
Kona tried to quench her thirst on a mouthful of grass.
No one tell the dignified doggie that she looks like a goat.
I don't think Kona took in much water. Her grass has started to turn into foxtails. These are never fun when they dry out. Luckily, Kona's fur is so short that they're easy to spot in her coat. The real danger-those radar ears.
We kept running into the sun. Where's Kona...
Oh, hi Girl.
Our fellow hikers seemed to have had a case of the sleepies as well. The trails were especially quiet this morning. That is until we reached the peak of our run, where I discovered that we were being trailed by a group of 7 high school boys and their coach. Oh boy.
Kona didn't care! She hardly oriented to them. It sure helped that they were spread out and came over the hill several seconds apart. They also didn't make a peep. A good hill run will do that to the most boisterous teen.
We made it back to the car thirsty, but ready for the day. Nothing like a little morning jump-start...Kona style.