Soon a symphony of birdcalls, including the mockingbird's and the quail's, keeps you awake now. They are carrying on early morning conversation as they head for water.
Birds are the desert's alarm clock.
You rouse your family and put on your woolies. It is the coolest part of the day. You heat up some tea to get yourselves going and to wash down the granola you'll eat for breakfast. First light is appearing as you head for Boulder Canyon, in Arizona's Superstition Wilderness . It is silver light, cold light, and it dims the starlight.