Fog Is a Puzzlement 



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would float like soapsuds on the bay. Decided alterations in 

 weather would shift the transient population or affect the be- 

 havior of the residents so that the wary birds of one week 

 could be approached closely the next, or those which had 

 been friendly would become shy and zoom away at the first 

 advance of the canoe. These weather changes were of such 

 importance that I tried to investigate them until eventually 

 I felt reasonably well acquainted with all but fog. 



I had been out in many light and a few rather dense fogs 

 but had never visited the area in the totality of a regular 

 Pacific special. This dense mass of condensed water vapor 

 had formed off the ocean coast. It had been carried by on- 

 shore winds through the Strait of Juan de Fuca and into the 

 Puget Sound basin. Now it lay heavily over the whole area. 

 And so, that morning, I went to the canoehouse in fog so 

 thick that I had considerable difficulty in parking my car 



