        Dale silenced the beeping of his travel alarm.  For a moment, he was disoriented.  The tent was illuminated by bright moonlight, but it seemed to have an unusual pulsing quality.  It was five am, a time when no sane person would be up, especially when they were on vacation; yet, the one thing he most enjoyed on his vacations was watching the sun rise over the lake.  When he had been working, he only saw sunrises in the rearview mirror of his car.