The Fog (based on real events)

The following tale of terror should only be read with all the lights on. Unless it is daytime, then you should turn the lights off and stop wasting electricity. But it is scary. The story, not electricity – unless you’re being careless. Here we go:

Yes, we’re into the fog and dog days of August out on the west coast!

You can never be quite sure what the day might bring weather wise. We’ve started in thick fog first thing in the morning, only for it to burn off by midday and enjoyed warm and sunny afternoons. We’ve also woken up to thick fog, gone out for a mid morning coffee in thick fog, thought it might be lifting, and it does, to just above the tree line. Sometimes, you can see a line of blue sky over the bay and behind Mt. Ozzard, where you know the sun is shining down on Salmon Beach. It never feels chilly in the fog, it’s a warm and humid blanket, and on the beach it makes for an eerie atmosphere. No, not chilly at all, unless…

Last weekend we stopped at Long Beach for a walk before heading on to Tofino, and it promised to be a pleasant stroll in the mist. Before setting out, we could see the tip of Lone Cone just above the fog, and on the drive along the coast, tendrils of pale mist curled out of the trees and over the road. We’d drive from a clear patch into a misty patch and then out again. We wondered if the fog would keep visitors off the beach and the answer was yes. The parking lot was quiet. Maybe too quiet.

Who knows what lurks nearby?

Perhaps prospective beach hikers were concerned about wild encounters in the wooly conditions? I wouldn’t want to run into a bear or a wolf in the fog, but then we’ve likely passed many a wolf and bear without catching sight of them, and that’s in clear conditions. However, after last weekend, a wolf or a bear encounter would seem mild…

We strode down the beach at a good pace, assuming we were alone, although it was hard to tell, visibility in all directions being reduced to a few metres. Scout was happy, bouncing and loping ahead of us, restricted only by her long leash. She’d disappear into the fog bank, but no worries as I could could feel her straining and pulling to keep us moving. Suddenly, the leash went slack. Oh no! Had she slipped off? We followed the line of her leash into the murk and there was Scout, standing, hackles up and teeth bared. What was wrong? Peering past her and into the gloom we could see someone. Or something. We moved forward slowly. A strange figure emerged from the grey. It was tall, too tall, impossibly tall, spectral, and with a hint of menace about it. It appeared locked onto us – an unblinking stare and arm raised and pointing. My mind raced. Was this it? A shiver ran down my spine and my heart rate rose as we got closer and closer to the looming creature. We were caught in its spell, unable to break free. My life flashed before my eyes, mostly images from middle childhood, hours spent watching black and white B movies about alien bodysnatchers, swamp creatures and killer robots. Scout lunged toward the mighty beast… and peed over the base of the washed up log. (It was tall, too tall – honest!)

Anyway, we had an enjoyable walk in the fog on the beach last weekend.

Scary monster, or too many B movies in childhood?

Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a great weekend!

Brave Scout!

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I am a would be outdoorsman - that is if I had more time, skills and knowledge. When I can, I love being outdoors, just camping, hiking, snowboarding, xc skiing, snowshoeing, paddling a canoe or trying something new. What I lack in ability, I make up for in enthusiasm and having a go. I'd never really survive for long out there in the wild, but I enjoy pretending I could if I had to...

11 thoughts on “The Fog (based on real events)”

  1. Way to go Scout– point to & pee on the mysterious creature crawling from the deep & foggy sea! Interesting read here, Adam; you had us racing forward to a not quite obvious conclusion, for a reason why I love such foggy ambience when mind & nature bring the unexpected. A great environment for mystery & inspiration. Love that natural sculpture!

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    1. Thanks, Walt! The washed up sculptural finds are quite a sight, and spur on the imagination for sure. I think in the hands of a poet, the subject matter could really shine – you’ll have to make a trip out here sometime!

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  2. What a weekend – a great ghost story and Kane scoring two goals in the first match of the season for Tottenham (and a wonderful photo of brave Scout who should be cast in the next Stranger Things)!! Loved the amazing photos, story and the final unexpected scene! Once I got past thoughts of bears, wolves and swamp creatures, I absolutely enjoyed your beautiful foggy August days. Hope you’re having a great weekend!

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    1. Thank you! We’ve had a mix of fog, sun and rain over the weekend, but nothing too strange was lurking in the mist – this time! Brave Scout was a touch disappointed…
      Not as disappointed as I was at the slow Everton start to the season. I’ll cling to at least it wasn’t a loss, but scant consolation when there were some great matches elsewhere!
      I hope you’ve had a good weekend!

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  3. Well, you had my heart beating faster than usual. Fabulously told. Wasn’t sure where it was leading. Scout saves the day again! And you, my wild friend, are a master story teller.

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    1. Thanks, Miriam! Yeah, talk about not knowing where it was leading – there are many times when I start writing and wonder where it’ll lead, haha. Thank goodness for too many hours watching old b/w B movies from the 1950s…

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