Nikon & SurvivalScout
Did you ever notice how the first light at dawn turns a ridge into a living sculpture, changing the same stone into something entirely new before it slips away? I chase that moment before it fades.
Yeah, the ridge does that trick. I’ve already noted the exact angle of the sun at that moment, just in case it decides to play hide‑and‑seek again. Keep chasing—it’s the only thing that keeps the map from becoming just a flat, boring rectangle.