July 18, 2010. Western Head, N.S. The Flying Houses.

All the way across the Bay of Fundy we saw fog. The ferry ride was pleasant but not a thing to see due to the fog. Fog in every direction, even up. We knew we were getting near to Digby because the ship's whistle blew one long blast. And the fog horn blew almost all the time. But still no sight of land, until a little girl called out to her parents "look at the houses flying past in the air". We all looked at this magical view. What we were looking at was white houses up high on the hill, seen through the dense fog, so it looked like the houses were racing past us, just like The Wizard of Oz, except these houses were upright. It took a few seconds to register on your brain because all you could see was the white of the house and the fog with no background of trees or roads.

It was a piece of magic. The husband was the first one to realize what was happening and he raced with his camera to catch the vision, but I bet he missed it. The rest of us merely smiled in wonder and were grateful for the child's call.