In the White Mountains of New Hampshire - What a difference a day makes (or even a couple of hours).
Sunrise inspection of the field that leads to the Pemi river.
The head count is complete, all present and accounted for. We had three Teenage boys who insisted on camping out last night. The fog was as thick as pea soup, and it rained hard...really hard. I was nervous the tent would be swept down river. These are New Hampshire boys and they know about the outdoors...so I advised them to come in if it got to wet or if they felt the water rising under the tent.
But then the sun broke through and all was right with the world.
Don't get me wrong this river is still very treacherous and will be for days.
If you look closely you'll see a patch of snow along the left hand boarder of this picture (above the red roofs)
This little brook near my home...had this great shaft of sunlight coming through the trees. This is normally a trickle but after last nights rain and the mountain snow melting rapidly, it's quite a torrent today.