Not long ago I took advantage of some nice weather and grabbed one of my boats and headed up to a local lake. It didn’t take me long to be in the water and on my way. The sky was blue, the sun was bright; what could go wrong? Well there was this low fog bank that looked fairly temporary. It just happened to be where I was going… I was very familiar with my directions and thought that the fog would be no problem.
This fog was the thickest I have ever encountered and before I knew it, I couldn’t even see the water. I thought, no worries, I’ll soon run into a shore where I could wait out the fog… Before that ever happened, the strangest thing began to happen. I began to lose my sense of balance. Yeah, I could feel the water with my paddle and stay upright. but the feeling was very unnerving and uncomfortable. I was dressed for the cold water, but the last thing I wanted to do was end up in it. Fortunately, the fog finally did begin to rise and thin out enough that I could vaguely make out something like a shore line. That “shoreline” turned out to be the Cascade Mountains that were a number of miles away, but at least it was something to give me a sense of which way was up… Shortly I paddled out of the foggy gloom into bright sunshine. The lesson learned–at least for me is never paddle into a fog if you don’t have to.