Pea soup fog is what we have this morning. I hate fog. But, I’ve always liked the effect fog has on light. Makes for interesting photos. So, I screw up my courage and head out, keeping the land on my right, sort of like bread crumbs.

The seagulls don’t like fog either, and are hunkering down, cleaning their feathers.

There are feathers everywhere.

As I got closer to the creek at the head of the inlet, the sun was starting to shine through the fog, highlighting the individual droplets of moisture, like a fine mist.

Unfortunately the tide wasn’t high enough to get very far up the creek, and the current was running faster than I was comfortable with.

I did manage to get a shot of a flock of Honkers. When they spotted me, they headed for the high ground.

I found a pair of scotters also, who led me on a merry chase. I never was able to get close enough for a decent shot.

Al called me on the VHF to tell me biscuits and gravy would be on the table in thirty minutes. Yippee! I figured I’d better get a move on, because the wind had come up and I’d be paddling against the incomming tide.

I paddled like my life depended on it and made it with 5 minutes to spare.