So I will try to wrap this up. I got to bed on Friday night about one after the mediocre milky way attempt. I remember looking at the bedside clock in the motel at 4:08 in the morning and drove myself back to the beach as soon as I could groggily throw my clothes on. So you can do the math, I am operating on three hours sleep.
I was the first one to my destination, soon to be joined by an over talkative chap from Colorado who felt the need to recount every shot he had taken in the last week like a laundry list. He also kept going on and on about shooting in the "blue light" which I assume is a paean to Galen Rowell but might instead be a religious thing.
I set up on the beach and took a couple shots that were not too terribly interesting. I waited for some more light to come.
There were not a lot of clouds so things were not too promising but I can't think of too many other places where I would rather see the sun come up.
The sun finally started to cast its light on the mountains and the unique carbonate landforms called tufas.