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Never lost in the fog
One of my great recreational joys is swimming the line of ocean buoys near the coast at my local beach. Four laps along the buoys is one mile. I swim regularly throughout the year for the peace and beauty it brings to each day.
Last October I was swimming one early morning before work when a dense fog descended. This particular fog was like pea soup—so thick I could hardly see my hand in front of my face.