Took some time this Sunday morning to go kayaking with John and Louise, into a fogbank thick as pea soup. We went from Cadboro Bay past Cattle Point to Mary Tod Island and back, a trip we've done a dozen times before. In the fog, it was a trip into mystery. I don't think we got more than a hundred yards offshore, except for a few minutes in Oak Bay when we took compass bearings and turned round at Mary Tod to face into the mist and away from the dimly-seen shore.
Shall have to put that sense of "anything could be in that fog" into my next fantasy novel. (Meanwhile, my first has just been launched! SF Canada Members' News: Bundoran Press launches Paula Johanson young adult novel Tower in the Crooked Wood.) And after launching our boats, and the short journey, we returned to shore, safe in our home waters with our little compasses pointing the way. Some people dream of going out on the water like this, and we're lucky enough to do it over and over.