April 22, 2005: Morning at Lost Dutchman State Park. Just like a classic Western movie, that night there was a bright (almost-full) moon in the sky, and a chorus of coyotes howled in the mountains. That was enough to make sure I was awake first thing that morning. ...And did I mention the quail and doves that announced the sunrise?



...Of course, here, it pays to be a "morning person".
