Nominigue to Saint-Jovite
For several weeks, now, I've been waking up early. And I mean early. It's not usually because I need to go to the bathroom, but I'll stir, slowly open my eyes, and check the time. I'll wake up at 3:00, or 4, or 5. Most of the time, I'll just close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. But if there's light outside, I'm up. At about 4:30 on the second morning of our Petit Train du Nord trip, I awoke and saw the very first traces of light in the sky and I could hear birds singing. Not wanting to wake DW, I lay still, wondering if we were going to get wet on our second leg of the trail. I checked the weather and, just as it predicted the night before, no rain was expected until the afternoon, though it was supposed to be cooler than it had been just yesterday. DW was awake about a half hour later and asked if I wanted to go bird-nerding. We brought our telephoto lenses, just in case we spotted anything along our route. I said yes but I wanted to rest a little...
