Those who’ve never seen the sun rise over the winter desert have missed one of God’s most spectacular creations. First, there is a narrow strip of tequila sunrise color sharply contrasted by the jagged black skyline. The gradual warming of the cold eastern sky illuminates the highest hills behind you first, turning them into a warm pink color while the desert floor stays dark. The shapes of the washes and ridges bristle with prickly pear and manzanilla bushes. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, it becomes daylight. On this morning, a thin veil of clouds covered the sky for the YMCA’s High Desert Youth Pheasant Hunt promising to keep the dogs from overheating, even if the kids were a little cold.