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While waiting thus, the storm broke as suddenly as it had arisen and the resulting view made us most thankful that we had happened to strike Marcy on a stormy day rather than on a clear one. First the clouds parted at the apex of the mountain and seemed to roll down the sides. Soon they had rolled beneath our stopping place and the sun was shining brightly upon us. We were gazing upon a sea of clouds, the sun playing upon their rolling masses as it does upon the ocean's waves. Soon in the distance appeared land, jutting forth above the clouds - the
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[[caption]]A Sea of Clouds
peak of Mt. McIntyre, a little island in a vast sea; next Mt. Colden, Mt. Jo., Little McIntyre, The Haystack and countless other peaks thrust their crests through the sea of clouds - the Thousand Islands lifted up to the Adirondacks. Ere long more and more of the mountains became visible and the clouds were confined more and more to the bottoms of the valleys, soon disappearing altogether.
We quickly overcame the intervening distance at the top and