This Saturday, we got up early and headed out to Sterling Forest for a mist- and fog-filled hike. There was a light rain (it was, as the English would say, “spitting”), and by the end we got quite wet, but a forest in fog is a treat, silent and lovely and full of humid expectation.

Here, for example, is a clearing that looks like the entry to another world:

And the rocky top of a mountain that’s nearly swallowed up by mist: