August 4, 2002. Western Head. Fog.

When I awoke, I could not see the water, the fog was so thick. Downstairs, it was worse. No water. No guest house, no trees. Normally, the fog disappears with the rising of the sun. But not yesterday. The day just made the fog worse. My words with the beautiful scenery disappeared. Just gone. It was not until sunset that I was able to see the water. I never could see Gill's house or her shore. It was all very magical being in my own world.