There's some sort of sense of accomplishment I feel when I manage to wake up and get to the place I wanted for sunrise especially in the summer, when it starts at the ungodly hour of 5:30. Everything is so quiet and calm, and you have the luxury of soaking in the beauty of the scene in front of you without other tourists talking loudly and getting in your way. I love mornings like these, even when everyone I'm with is incredibly grumpy due to the lack of sleep, lack of food, one-too-many-drinks the night before, and the fact that the sun didn't actually rise above the mountains until two hours later (all very understandable).

Emerald Lake was a dream to finally see in person, with nobody but my favourite people to experience it with.