A photo of outside this morning would be a white screen, as the fog obscured even the closest island. The little ducks, loons and geese seemed to be happy in this environment, and it was sometimes hard to distinguish them from the lobster pots scattered about. We saw many as we went a short ways to anchor by Bunker Cove, closer to Jonesport.

I decided not to bring my phone-camera as I rowed to the end of a little cove, to experience the mysterious fog just with my own eyes. Sure enough, there was a missed National Geographic moment as I heard four geese each with different pitches singing together. Then they flew off in formation, wing tips touching the water across the bay until they disappeared into the fog.