We anchored Monday night (Aug 12) in Port San Juan after motoring most of the day in pea soup fog. As we approached our anchorage, the fog started to lift (and we caught another coho). We watched as the fog rolled into the bay and hit the sides, but it never came close to us again.
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I just love how the fog in your part of the world seems to behave as a creature, slinking and sliding around ... an entity in itself. The way it has a boundary, albeit not a distinct boundary -- fuzzy, soft. Love these photos and descriptions of your foggy encounters, Kat.
I like the blue blue water and blue sky. Blue is my favourite colour. Cool pic!
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