My cousin and I traveled all the way to Switzerland for 48 hours during the MLK long weekend to catch a glimpse of the Lauterbrunnen Valley in its winter glory. It didn't snow on day one of our trip so we only had one shot at this scene the day we were supposed to leave.
So on our second and last day we climbed up to this vantage point in pure darkness hoping beyond hope that snow had fallen overnight. Our hearts began to beat a million times faster when the blue hour light finally caught onto the fresh snow blanketing the valley. The sleepiness night, jet lag, and fatigue all became worth it in that instant. 48 hours in Switzerland was always going to be worth it.