We are anchored in Portage Bay, north and west of Petersburg Alaska, waiting out a weather forecast of rain and wind. The hills surrounding the bay are covered in big pines, and as we sit watching, we can see white wisps forming among the trees that slowly rise and gather to form clouds. The clouds rise and solidify more, until they rise high enough above the hills to be caught by the wind and pushed out of the bay. As soon as they are gone, the mist starts forming amongst the trees and the process starts all over again. I never would have imagined that if someone were to ask me where clouds came from, the answer would be as simple as to point to a place on the map.