Funny story: Last weekend I drove to Vermont to shoot a friend's wedding (see previous pic). If you drive like a madman, Vermont is about 8 hours from where I live, so my plan was to stop around midnight at a motel and then in the morning continue on to the inn were I was to meet everyone.
Well come midnight (and 1am, and 2am), there were no motels to be found. The middle of Vermont is a little like the middle of nowhere (and this coming from someone from the vast expanses of CANADA). So I ended up driving straight through, arriving at 4:30am. The inn, needless to say, was not open.
So I found a nook at the side of the road... and slept in my truck. It was now only 4C/39F and with just a sweatshirt and my rain coat, I froze my ass off! Two hours later, I couldn't sleep and drove bleary eyed around the town of Stowe.
Vermont is known for its beautiful misty mornings, and here at dawn, I saw them first hand. It was amazingly beautiful, quiet and slowly warming. I had never seen anything quite like it before - the mist hung low in pockets, like small dense clouds that had grown tired of flying high and had come instead to rest in the valleys on the ground. In the end, this perfect morning made it worth while. I was glad I was exactly there, at precisely that time.