That's hoar frost. It was very humid out, and very still, and just below freezing. I've never seen anything like it before- some of the ice needles were more than an inch long, and they were incredibly delicate.
All the stems of the trees, the dried grasses and weeds, even the needles on the white pine trees were covered in spikes. It was only like this on the mountain where my parents live; once you went down to the valley it disappeared.
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