Socked In

Remember that fog bank we spotted yesterday on the Chesapeake? It must have followed us south, because this morning we are socked in.

I’d love to send you the clear and foggy photos I took of the Norfolk skyline across the river. Last night at 6:00 brilliantly clear. This morning at 6:00 invisible. But I realized that – since its latest update – my iPhone is now storing photos with a .HEIC format, and WordPress won’t accept them. I’ve changed the camera setting back to .jpg, and I can’t be bothered converting the photos just now. You must just use your imagination.

We heard fog horns in the middle of the night. Massive. Deep, powerful horns. Two of them, sounding every two minutes. Very cool

And what sounded like cannon fire. I have to Google that one. Cannons were used in the fog centuries ago, but I didn’t know they would be used today.

The first boat already left, heading south (6:30 AM). I think we’ll wait an hour. Let it lighten up a bit. I don’t expect this fog to burn off until 11:00, and I can’t wait that long.

Today we transit the Great Lock, and as soon as we do, we have to stop for fuel and a pumpout. Our current marina is out of diesel, and their pumpout station is broken. Brilliant.