That’s not where I was going when I left the house. Jenkin’s Creek that is. I had been sitting with my coffee and suddenly realized I ought to go out for the sunrise, but thought I only had time to make it to Hammond’s Creek Bridge. But enroute Siri informed me that the sunrise wasn’t until 6:53, so I made the turn for Jenkin’s Creek, and thought I was going to be early. That I was following a school bus didn’t dawn on me until the flashing red lights came on, and I stopped behind it and watched a pair of disembodied white tennis shoes walk across the street to get on the bus. It was a surreal moment, I couldn’t see the kid at all, just the shoes. We repeated this five more times before I was able to turn into the parking lot, so I wasn’t early anymore. Turned out to be a good choice though, thanks to another Great Blue Heron.