National Geographic : 1957 Jun
June 30! No wonder I had been cold in a thin sleeping bag. Fog blanketed the sunrise, but soon the clouds lowered and sat in the valleys. My children awakened and joined me in silence. Twelve-year-old Mary Ellen started to speak, then stopped-too awed for utterance. The sun burst upon our island in the sky and bejeweled each still-damp rhododendron blos som. This was worth waiting 27 years to see. Nature, Not Man, Is the Landscape Artist 827 Robert F. Sisson Bare Rock Caps Floral Jungle Hikers in North Carolina look toward Tennessee, a short distance off. Golden ragwort gilds the grass.