sneak box in the clouds

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Tom L

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I actually thought something had happened and I had died
at the last turn
very strange experience thursday morning

I took my sneak box and motored up a large river
there is a creek 100 yards wide off the main river that winds thru the marsh that I take to get to a spot.

as I am winding my way up the creek, I came around a corner. I get a chill up my spine, and it became very cold as I entered some fog.
the fog was only 2 ft thick, but very heavy just off the water.
all I could see in front of me was the bow of the sneak box
cutting thru the cloud. full moon straight in front of me, cracking red predawn on my left and a view of the marsh,fog and some scattered pin oaks ahead
very very strange motoring thru the clouds
it lasted till the next bend then cleared
when I came out of the fog, I thought I was further downstream than I actually was.
but further back than I thought.
the chill went away, and I was motoring along wide eyed for the next 1/2 mile
one of the strangest thing that have ever happened to me on the marsh. standing there, cutting thru the clouds in my sneakbox
 
I've been there too...something about the way that the fog muffles the sounds and disorients you is pretty primal, like stepping briefly into a weird parallel dimension. Nicely written!
 
One time I was scuba diving. My partner and I, had paddled our about 1/2 mile on our dive boards, to a shallow spot to do a little spear fishing. We tied our boards off to some kelp, and down we went. We surfaced about 40 min later to a low fog bank. We couldn’t see our dive boards. Or anything for that matter. Very scary feeling. So fortunately we could use our compass to swim to shore. We were out of air, so we had to surface swim for a 1/2 mile, with tanks on our backs, and full bags of fish. Man were we tired. Then, after the fog lifted we had to swim back out to retrieve our dive boards. Not as bad without tanks, weight belts, and bags of fish.

That moment when we hit the surface into that fog is something etched in my memory.

Dale
 
Good morning, Tom~

Great little tale - very well told!

I can remember coming back to the ramp in Moriches Bay in pea soup - strictly by compass. When I looked up at what turned out to be a street light, my first thought was: Tanker!!!! (impossible in Moriches....)

All the best,

SJS
 
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