The day was hot. We had walked to the Appalachian Trail in the sun, without a breeze, accompanied by the first flies of the season. The bug spray worked though the flies still swarmed around us. My husband and I drove to a nearby beach for lunch, hoping for an ocean breeze but the air was cool and required a jacket.
Nearby a boat made its way through the channel, headed to the wharf.
This beach at Savage Harbour is a nesting place for the endangered piping plover. We walked close to the waterline, so as not to disturb any birds which might be nesting among the dunes.
Winter was hard on this beach however.
We worried the birds couldn't nest here this year, but the many bird songs in the woods behind the dunes reassured us.
Then the fog began to rise from the shore above the waterline. It didn't dissipate as it moved along the beach however. This fog meant business, as we saw a bank of fog off-shore. Before long the boat channel and the beach were obscured with the cool white mist which enveloped us too.
Within ten minutes we were shrouded in fog.
We left the beach to seek refuge in the car. It was a day of extremes.