Morning Fog

My parents, wanting to take advantage of the recent warmer temperatures and break in Autumn rain, had their trailer riverside for one last hurrah of camping over the weekend.

I decided to join them on Saturday morning, and met my father in town before we headed back to the campsite. The fog was beautiful, even if a little spooky.

I love that tree with its defiant “I do what I want”.

When we arrived at the campsite I was surprised by what I saw. Or more, couldn’t see.

The fog was thick, reminiscent of pea soup. Looking directly out to the water, all I could see was a single log.

Within an hour or so, the fog was gone. I stayed for the rest of the day, long enough to enjoy an after dinner campfire before heading back to their house (and central heating) for the night.

As you can see, the view vastly improved.

– Marla

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