Tuesday, April 13, 2010

In Honor of Fog

The bane of mariners, fog is nothing more than a cloud that touches the surface of the earth. Personally, I love the stuff. While a sailor, I found it peaceful and a challenge to my navigation abilities. More over, it hones one's senses as we strain to hear or see something "out there". Sometimes it gives one the heebie geebies as imaginary monsters swim just beneath our hull.
In a kayak, of course, the trick is to be the one seen and heard; and all that has been talked about ad infinitum.
I still have fond memories of the day I took the photo at the top. We were guests at a friends cottage in northern Wisconsin. Being the only early riser, I was on the water before sunrise. All around me loons popped up, dove and reappeared, apparently oblivious to my presence.I can say that fog has been very good to me.

Paddle Safe...
DS

4 comments:

DaveO said...

Don't forget our blond crossing to York Island last summer. Although you had to tiurn back (and have your deck decorated as I recollect), JB and I, along with the rest of the crew had a close fog encounter with "Island Queen" just off Rasberry light. I love the fog as well.

Silbs said...

I had almost forgotten that day. I do recall the sick gal I took back. The day ended well, and look at the stories the fog gave to us.

Stan Mac Kenzie said...

Beautiful pictures. Wicked.

Silbs said...

Thanks. Learned long ago that one "secret" is to open up at least one f stop in fog. Fools the meters.