My Favorite Nature Moments of 2013.
What is that old saying? For each foggy morning canoe trip we have in the fall, there will be a polar vortex in the winter.
No, that doesn't sound quite right, not Poor Richard Almanacish enough. The sentence simply doesn't sing.
Must be a cabin fever flashback to that early morning, misty trip my group took on Mead's Quarry Lake. Couldn't see from one side of the lake to the other, and it's not that big. For more, click: Foggy morning in September.