Before we left for Maui, Tony and I did something we almost never do. We got up before sunrise (this is the part we never do), and drove up to Deadman’s Hill (we do lots of things like this). Following a short walk up a gentle hill, view-seekers are greeted with expansive views of the Jordan River valley where rounded peaks tumble into the distance, reminiscent of the Appalachian foothills.
We arrived at the trailhead at about 7:30am, delighted that the moon still hung in the sky. A light layer of fog wafted out of the hollows, reaching for the low cloud ceiling. Somehow the morning’s general gloom highlighted the brilliance of the autumn oranges and crimsons. From specific perches, we glimpsed the Jordan River snaking through the surrounding wetlands.
After allowing us to absorb the crisp morning air, the sun peaked through behind us to burn off the dew. We drove back home, rejuvenated for the day ahead.