At 5:30 a.m., the forest is dark and quiet.
Off in the distance, you can hear the rushing of a stream. Looking up, the leaves are barely visible against the slowly brightening sky. Stand still and you can begin to hear the murmur of the birds.
Their chatter starts slow, but soon the sky has turned a medium gray and their noises have cascaded up the mountain, surrounding you in a wave of song.
That means it’s time to go see what’s out there.