This was a very special morning for me because one of my fondest memories of Easter was our family driving to this special lookout and watching the sunrise while we read the story of Jesus's resurrection. We hadn't done that tradition for many past years though. I convinced my mom and Sloane to join me. I even threatened to bike seven miles up to the spot by myself at 4:00 in the morning if they didn't come. Luckily, these drastic measures were not necessary since my mom decided to drive us. We arrived a little late, and the sun had already begun to peer over the hills. We still enjoyed ourselves though and were in awe by God's magnificent beauty.