When the fog rolls in

We can watch it roll in over the neighboring town of Lubec and move up the channel. Treat Island is about to be engulfed. 

 

It often rides in on the tide, this time from the Canadian islands.

 

I’m getting used to hearing the foghorn, too.

“Another crappy day in Paradise,” as one wit has been heard to say on a gray, chilly, wet morning here.

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