Fog
August 9th 2006 We pedalled out of Culotte Cove into an uncertain, windless sea. The sky was dark and foreboding, but it was clear the gale had passed on, leaving calm seas in its wake. We drifted in and out of thick fog patches all day, at times unable to see anything but the swells around us, until the mist would lift and treat us to the sight of primeval rock islands rising unexpectedly from the water. We w
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