Along parts of the British Columbia coast, boaters refer to August as “Fogust”, for good reason. As warm, moist air moves over the colder sea surface, fog forms overnight, and often doesn’t dissipate until the next afternoon. It can make for some tricky traveling.
I was thankful for our radar, GPS and chart plotter this summer, as they enabled us to travel in relative safety on foggy mornings in Queen Charlotte Strait (unlike the old days when we’d be stuck in our anchorage until the fog lifted).
But even with the aid of such electronic gadgets, fog requires you to stay on high alert, especially when you’re traveling in unfamiliar waters or areas frequented by cruise ships, tugboats with barges or log tows and other large vessels. It’s an understatement to say that it’s challenging to steer a straight course – not to mention disorienting – when you have absolutely no visible landmarks or even a horizon for reference. It’s definitely not a relaxing way to cruise!
Nevertheless, there’s something profoundly beautiful about the fog, with its ethereal light and mysterious hints of hidden shorelines. As a cruising boater, I loathe fog – but as a photographer, I love it. Such are life’s dualities.
We’re off the grid for most of the summer, with only occasional access to the internet. I welcome your comments, but it might be September before I can reply.