The Lookout
I parked my tired feet at the Lookout, a private cabin on top of a Vermont mountain. A few days before, someone had noted they found an open window and stayed in during the cold and rain. The door was open, but I felt a bit uncomfortable being in someone else's home. The front porch would be plenty spacious. If the weather turned, I could always slip inside.
The cabin had a platform on the roof and a ladder -- views to my west of Killington and the top where Tupelo and I were a day ago. Would be a stellar place to catch a sunrise.