Mist Of The Morning

When I woke up this morning, the skies over the lodge at Big Bend National Park were clear, but when I went for a morning walk a ground-hugging mist was pouring into the Chisos Mountains basin from the east. As I watched the mist slowly spilled forward, gradually covering the mountain peaks like chocolate sauce covering the vanilla ice cream in a hot fudge sundae.

The ranger who spoke to us yesterday noted that the Big Bend National Park has many different ecosystems and is full of surprises. The morning mist is just one of them.

Cutting Through The Mist

It’s been rainy and cool all weekend, and today fog and a ground-hugging mist were added to the mix. Fog and mist don’t stop the intrepid lobstermen of Stonington, however. Betty and I watched this solitary fisherman navigating cautiously through the murk and returning to dry land—although, given the wet conditions, it would be more accurate to say “solid ground”—this afternoon, just before another cloudburst drenched us all.