Thank Goodness for Fog

Fog on Bluewater Cove

Fog on Raymond's Gut

In a coastal summer full of surprises like drought and wildfires, you never know what you are going to see outside your bedroom window when you wake up in the morning.   Lately it is even hard to tell what you are seeing.

The only way know what is greeting you in the morning is to go outside and smell it.  Thursday, June 30, I got up to a scene that looked remarkably like what I saw the day before.  There were no blue skies, and I could hardly see the water.

That Wednesday, it did not take long for my nose to figure out that we were getting a good dose of smoke from the wildfire southwest of us near Holly Ridge.  The acrid smell when I went on my morning walk around the dock was unmistakable.   After I mowed the yard, my wife even commented that my clothes smelled of smoke.

Thursday morning, one thing raised some hope that I might be looking at fog instead of smoke.  There was moisture condensed on the outside of the upper parts of our windows.  You usually don’t see that unless we are near 100% humidity, and there is no wind.

When wind from the southwest has become your enemy, no wind is a good thing.  I actually rushed through my morning coffee so I could go for my weather check walk.  Usually as soon as I walk into the garage, I can smell smoke if we are actually being hit by the wildfire smoke.  June 30, I was pleased to open the garage door to dampness but no smell of smoke.

As I walked around the dock and took the picture in the post, I was close to convincing myself that we were indeed experiencing fog without the nastiness of smoke mixed in with it.  On my way back home I could see the sun trying to penetrate the fog.  When we have smoke, the sun rarely rises above it like it does for fog.

Just as I walked back into my driveway I looked above my head and could see the hint of blue sky.  Almost at the same time I could feel a light breeze from the north.  At that point, I knew we were going to enjoy some fog which likely would burn away early in the morning.

It is a relief to have fog and no smoke.  Perhaps for the holiday week we can count on some smoke free blue skies like we normally have here on the Southern Outer Banks.  My hope is that our skies will clear, the sun will shine, the winds stay from the north, and I will be able to do a little zigging and zagging down the White Oak to Swansboro later in the morning