Sunrise in the mountains is a fluid term.
Up here most good things start with, "Hey man, wouldn't it be sweet if we put our tent up there tonight?
You may feel that you're alone, but you're not. You may feel big, but you're not.
You could hear the flags before you could see them. Like thunder in the wind, 4800m up they beat above us on all sides, seeming to shake the very rocks upon which we climbed.
Altitude. 30K at over 4000m, peak at 4835m, total elevation gain 1400m.
Seeing wild China makes the impossible breathing worth it, and getting off the trail helps us find our place.
There's something to be said about feeling the grind of your own boots against the broken rock; the deep exhale of your breath alone against the wind.
And then, of course, there are the stars.
To have such a landscape all alone is privilege and wonder beyond words. And indeed, sometimes all you can do is be silent and stare.
You can't conquer this place. You can't feel proud. But you can share it with others.