Join Date: Jun 2014
Location: Nueva Vizcaya, Philippines
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I think sometimes a picture can't do the scene justice. Here is an entry from a journal I kept back in '08, when I was a long haul trucker.
I titled it: Sunrise on the Continental Divide
I start driving in theearly hours of the morning. This morning found me driving east near the linebetween Arizona and New Mexico. Soon the eastern sky lightens enough to see afew wispy clouds above the horizon. The dark night sky gives way to a pale,pearly gray as the sun nears the edge of the earth. It is late spring. Thesunís arrival will be slow and stately.
The bottoms of the cloudsclosesttothe horizon turn a soft rose color to begin the pageant. Thedarkness slowly retreats and the color spreads to more clouds. The sky is lightenough now that I can make out a stair step line of bluffs on the easternhorizon. The farthest clouds still hold the rosy color, but the nearer onesbegin to turn red, then orange. The sky where the orb will appear is drained ofcolor, as if the sun will allow no competition near it. More western clouds take on the rose color. Theeasternmost clouds continue to change to mark the approach of the sun. Theorange clouds turn fiery, then brighten to yellow, then white, pushing theorange and red to still more clouds further west.
The stair step horizon is blurred in the brightness as the disk peeks over it.Smaller bluffs to the southwest emerge from the darkness. Normally baked a dullred in full daylight, their morning faces are softer. Richer. Theclouds to the far west finally change from gray to rose to greet the sun. Thedisk clears the horizon line. The eastern line of bluffs, now free from theobscuring rays, also show their red faces. The full landscape begins to emergefrom the mists and shadows.
I travel through this scene at highway speeds. First past irrigated croplands,deep green springing from the rich, red earth. Next through scrub coveredflatlands. The soft light coaxes out every imaginable shade and hue of green,brown, and violet. The scrublands give way to an angry place of broken blackrock that seems to have boiled out of the earth in some harsh and ancient time.Gradually, the scrublands reclaim the landscape, surrounded by the flat bluffsto the east, and sharp rocky hills to the south and west. The last shreds ofmist take refuge in the lee of the eastern bluffs, once more obscuring theirfaces. The sun is now a hands breadth above the horizon. Iíve traveled about 80miles. My coffee has grown cold, and Iíve forgotten to eat my breakfast. A lotof folks say that driving out west is boring. Iím very, very happy that I donítlive in their world.