The Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
     -Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)

this fog was more like a big ol' fat cat. it was a warm, humid, and foggy day on the lake today. when i pulled in and started unloading at about 6:50am the temperature was 71F and the fog out across the lake was the thickest that i have seen. pea soup, or more aptly, clam chowder came to mind. after about 10 minutes out on the lake the combination of  humidity and fog made my glasses start to steam up and they didn't clear up until i was getting ready to leave.

it must have been too foggy for almost everyone else because the lake was almost deserted. when i started out there were two guys out water skiing and on my way back i saw a guy fishing. other than that it was nice and quiet.

as i was paddling out to the north end of the lake i saw some movement out of the corner of my eye to my left. i looked over to see a blue heron flying by. it was about six feet above the water and about 25 feet away from me. that was pretty cool. it made a wide arc and looked like it landed near where i had seen the heron on the log almost 2 weeks ago. i was headed in that direction anyway, so i thought it might be cool to swing by that spot and see if, by chance, i could see it. well, by the time i got over there i had kind of forgotten about it (short attention span) and as i passed buy i glanced over and, sure enough, the heron was standing on the same half submerged log. i decided to try and get closer. i circled around through some of lilies and weeds (opposite of where i was last time) and was able to get pretty close before it finally flew. i was close enough that i could hear its wings beating the air as it took off. that was pretty cool. the pictures i got are not nearly as good as the ones from our first encounter, but it was still pretty cool.

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