As expected, morning mists are spectacular as spring night rainclouds sail away eastward.
Up canyon to the west, they're rising majestically from forested slopes.
Rising over every quarter of the canyon–a pleasant epilogue of gentle night rains.
In the upper meadow . . .
And across higher plateaus . . .
Expanding to encase high canyon slopes in dense fog.
Then it began to hail.
Not a lot, and the hail was small and soft.
Adding a little more nitrogen to the bounty of life-sustaining moisture from the night rains.