As the red stripe got clearer, a few early risers showed up, but we had a whole beach to share, so no one got in each other's hair. Later, when the sun was almost up, the asshole joggers came out from whichever stone they'd been hiding under and insisted on pounding the sand and breathing heavy and generally making a show of how fuckin' fit they were. But by then I'd gotten my pictures and memories and could bid a fond farewell to the beach.
All pics here.
This was the first pic I took. The beach was so dark I had to tread carefully.

Getting lighter.

You can see the rays beaming out from the still hidden sun.

The beach.

First glimpse of sun.


Almost above the clouds now.

Aaaaaaand there you are...



They say you shouldn't stare into the sun, but I ain't heard nuffin' 'bout takin' pics.

The walkway between the beach and the parking lot. Quite a nice area.

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