I spent a Saturday evening camped on the summit of Standing Indian Mountain. More than a mile up, the clouds we had watched in the valley below the previous evening had enveloped the peak of the mountain at some point throughout the night. This created a dark and ethereal setting in the early AM.
We packed our gear in the fog shrouded camp, and then proceed northward on the Appalachian Trail across and then down Standing Indian Mountain. The morning sun was valiantly trying to burn through the clouds and we came across this grove at the perfect time. The beams of sun puncturing the veil of fog to cast clear beams of light across the trail.