Okay, I added the eldritch green misty bits.

I could not help feeling that they were evil things - mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss. That seething, half-luminous cloud background held ineffable suggestions of a vague, ethereal beyondness far more than terrestrially spatial, and gave appalling reminders of the utter remoteness, separateness, desolation, and aeon-long death of this untrodden and unfathomed austral world.

H. P. Lovecraft, At The Mountains of Madness

I recently visited Prince Rupert in northern British Columbia, and in one of those odd little coincidences happened to be reading a collection of H. P. Lovecraft stories as we flew over the astonishing panorama offered by the Coast Mountains - specifically, At The Mountains of Madness, a story of antarctic exploration, horrifying discovery, and distant, alien ranges of mountainous terror.

- Sid