At the break of dawn amidst the rugged grandeur of Seneca Rocks, an old adage of the wilderness resonates: the early bird beholds the most mesmerizing sights. During the hush of the preceding night, warm winds performed a ballet, gracefully ascending the jagged visage of the stones. As these currents ascended, they expanded and cooled in a captivating process known as adiabatic cooling. Upon meeting the dew point, a mystic veil of fog weaved itself around the landscape.