It was a cold night - and we were attacked by a roving band of raccoons. I actually slept through the whole thing, but Jason tells me everyone around us was yelling and banging on pots or whatever to shoo the trash pandas to the next campsite.
The clouds had cleared off at some point in time, and the lake we were camping on (the view below was about 30 feet from our campsite) had a ton of mist floating on it.
The mist burned off as the sun was rising, but there was still some light mist to provide some drama to the photo.
Shortly after I took this, we packed up camp, loaded up Jason's truck, and made the drive home. I think we lucked out - phenomenally - with the two absolute gems of Loyalsock and Rickett's Glen. The weather was just about perfect, the leaves were pretty near peak color, and we got to spend some time in a beautiful place that I never would have attributed to Pennsylvania. Two WELL-kept secrets!
Cheers!
Marc
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