On a five-day backpack trip to Chesler Park in Utah's Canyonlands National Park, our empty water bottles were beginning to outnumber the full ones. Soon it would be time to head back. In the early evening I climbed up on one of a series of large sandstone rocks in the middle of a sagebrush flat, to look for sunset photo possibilities. I thought I's won the lottery. There, in the flat surface of the rock, was a pothole about five feet in diameter filled with pure, drinkable rainwater. We moved our camp up on the rock and guzzled away the rest of the evening.

I awoke at dawn just in time to see the sandstone towers lighting up. Quickly, I looked around for something to photograph.. On the other end of the flat, the serrated wall of Chesler Park was backlit by the rising sun. Still setting in my sleeping bag, I reached for the tripod and camera. It looked as if the sun was going to appear in a cleft of the rock, so I waited to trip the shutter until the first rays of the sun squeezed through the notch, knowing I would get a sunstar. I thought of all the work I usually go through to be in the right place for sunrise pictures, and for once I'd gotten one in bed.

From my ebook: You Can't be Everywhere At Sunrise.