The Book
Fire And a Paddle
The fog was the only thing we could see when we parked the trucks - a heavy dense fog, mashed potato kind of fog, that headlights couldn't penetrate 100'. The beach was only a hundred yards away, but the only reason we knew it was there was because the waves crashing on the shore said so. We traveled many hours to get here, planned this trip for months. A little fog didn't dampen our enthusiasm to upload our gear and get on the water; we took it as a natural wonder that we got here in time to enjoy.
