It takes a Herculean effort to get out of bed at 4AM, work through the ferret warrens that claim to be Toronto's roads, and arrive in a place worth waiting for the sun. When the sun finally showed up and lifted the frigid blanket of a chilly May morning from off our shoulders, we were rewarded with a splendid view of one of the world's great skylines. We didn't have to share it with anyone, either - a visit to the Port Lands before the sun rises can make you feel like you're the lone survivor of the great Zombie Apocalypse. It's a neat feeling. I suggest you pack a picnic basket.