2006.25.40 - A Foggy Day off Cadboro Bay

Wow, a day full of surprises! The first surprise was a pair of deer in Paula's back yard! Paula can't ever remember deer at the house. This was a little disconcerting, as Paula lives about a block away from a major street (Shelbourne Street), but the deer soon ambled on their way away from the busy traffic.


Then we got to Cadboro Bay: surprise number 2 -- a low tide. Not just an ordinary low tide, but an über low tide. This is as low as low tide gets in these parts.


And now surprise number 3 -- fog! In spite of it, Tracy, Louise and Paula gear up.


We couldn't miss a paddle on such a wacky day as this! We decided because of the fog to stay close together and hug the north shore of the bay, then turn north at the point and go towards the light house. If we went slow and kept in visual range of each other and the shore, we should be okay. We'd have to be careful -- maybe more surprises were coming!


This heron was grounded -- nothing was flying in this fog!


The fog made everything look a little surreal. Places that we have paddled by many times before look very different and mysterious.


Adding to the strangeness was the low tide. What looks like a small gravel beach in the picture below is usually a small channel between islets that we often paddle through. It's hard to say for sure, but I'd guess that the water level was at least two metres below the usual low tide mark.


Another example of the extreme low tide. These boulders are usually totally underwater.


We continued on through the fog, eventually arriving at the lighthouse.




Hmmm. Is that something on the lighthouse?


Yep, it's an eagle. This guy must be local. He's always around when we go paddling in this area.



There was a real danger of being totally disoriented in the fog. Here's what looks like a snow-capped mountain in the distance. The only problem is that there is no mountain there. I'm not sure what it is. If we'd returned after the fog had lifted, I'm sure we'd never have found this spot again.


Some geese came out to play.


Then ghostly shadows surprised us in the mist.


A flotilla of sail boats from the nearby yacht club swung by us, dipping in and out of the fog.


We had reached shore when Louise spotted the last surprise of the day. "Is that my old boat?" she asked.


Yes, it was! Out of the fog came Stephanie in Louise's old plastic Dagger.


And then along came Karl in my old boat. As it turns out, they had left the beach a few minutes after us, but they went south instead of north.


Naturally, the fog lifted just as our paddle ended.



A great paddle ends with a big smile.


My pictures are here.