It’s becoming a trend that the first morning of a backpack trip I tend to wake up forgetting where I am. It’s really fun because the night before we had arrived to the lake after dark and couldn’t make out everything the way you might in the daylight. I felt like I had slept pretty solid that night on account of the exhausting trek in and cold temps. I’m not sure I woke up a single time that night that may have reminded me where I was and what I was doing there. So when I did wake up and see the ceiling of the tent, all the memories of hiking in the day before came rushing back and I immediately became overwhelmed with excitement knowing I was camped beside an alpine lake high up in the Wallowas and had 3 more days to spend there. It was like Christmas! And not only that, but I had set my alarm for 5:15 to see the sunrise. It was tough getting out of my toasty bag at the time, but it’s a small brief inconvenience for the reward of sitting next to the lake with some hot coffee watching the shadows on the peaks fade away.