Advice on a foggy morn...

  The other morning, Son and I were meandering about the hillside when he made the remark "It is almost fog-time." He was referring to the time of year when fog seems to be a daily occurrence.  Little did he know (or maybe he did!), that the very next morning would find us in the midst of a pea-soup thick fog.  Everything was white!  We could not see the end of the pier, the house across the Bayou nor the tops of the tall pines. The fog-time had come.

  In a way, I like the foggy morns that linger into late afternoon.  I feel shut off from the world almost as if I am on my own little island.  The world may be buzzing around me but the thick layer of fog blocks out any evidence.  Even sounds are muted which adds to the mystique.  Usually, these days will find me on the end of the pier with my mug of morning coffee.

 This morning was much the same.  Mark and I headed to the pier but, instead of tarrying there, he hopped into the little skiff.  To him, these days are perfect fishing days!  I stayed on the pier just long enough to watch him disappear into the fog.  I did give him one bit of advice even though he was fully aware.  If fishing on one of these foggy days,  Pop always used to say "Watch the shoreline! You sure do not want to wind up in the channel."  The large tugboats traveling the channels cannot see a small skiff in time and the result could be devastating.  It is best to stay near the shore and not venture too far into the vision impairing fog.  Good advice from a wise man.