It crept stealthily, silently blanketing everything in its path. It looked soft, but I knew the secrets it hid and the dangers that lurked beneath its cotton wool subterfuge. No, I am not writing a script for a tacky horror movie, I’m talking about the fog in San Francisco.
Fog is one of my greatest fears when sailing, I become tense and moody. Yet the rips, currents and tides in San Francisco Bay made an interesting aside, adding a dollop of daring to the exhilaration of traversing these waters.
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