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Posted (crates) in nature on January-15-2014

I left the house this morning just after 5 am, my pack full of fishing equipment on my back, my rod and reel in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.  I thought that I would get in a little fishing time down on the beach.  The road down to Puget Sound went through a heavily forested ravine, and it was so dark that I literally could not see my hand in front of my face.  I found myself almost wandering off the road at times, but the guard rail along the ravine kept me on track, and the sky was a bit paler in parts of the road that weren’t covered by the spreading branches of the trees. Down on the beach it was lighter out from under the trees, but it was foggy and the fog horns blew persistently across the Narrows.  It would blow four blasts and then pause, then four blasts again and another pause.  After a while I hardly noticed the sound.  A train was passing along the shore on the opposite side, and all the sounds seemed magnified as they passed across the water and through the fog.

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