Fog Magic

Many days were spent canoeing through thick fog banks that made it hard to see the shoreline beside us and impossible to visualize what lay ahead. Most often, we hugged the coastline weaving ourselves around the shoreline but we were sometimes compelled to cross at the mouth of deep bays to further our progress which gave us a good chance to hone our navigational skills. We used a techniques called dead reckoning to help us find our way across through the fog, which when completely surrounded by it and with no land in sight, made us question how the term 'dead reckoning' came to be.
The fog seemed to us to be a powerful curtain that enjoys playing tricks on the minds of those with active imaginations. Everything seems dream-like and mystical as if we could be transported back into an ancient place where anything was possible. While rounding a cape through the fog, three black heads popped-up beside our canoe making a very distinct hissing noise. Immediately, I jumped back thinking that three-headed sea serpents do truly exist. Silly me. Coming out of the fog-like trance, I quickly realized that it was a family of three otters trying to protect their territory. We canoed away from the otters thankful that we didn't have to ward off any sea serpents with our paddles.