Shenandoah National Park, Virginia.
I didn't want to get out of my sleeping bag. It wasn't so much for lack of sleep as it was for the rude coldness on my exposed face. But I hoped to catch sunrise from the highest point in Shenandoah, so I layered up, broke camp and drove to the trailhead with time to get to the top by sunup. Great idea, but the eastern horizon was a stupid layer of haze and clouds, and sunrise nothing but an orange smudge behind it. I waited, you never know. Patience paid off after the sun cleared that layer and the light began raking across the Blue Ridge skyline arrayed northward before me. The impressive bulk of Old Rag is viewed right, haze bound.