It's a lovely sunny afternoon here, but the rim of clouds over the hill tells me that it's foggy by the lake. I'm going to take advantage of my new freedom to go for a walk. Come along, but only if you can keep quiet.
They've put up new flora plaques. Let's learn some botany.
It's a beautiful misty afternoon at the lake.
Listen, I hear the tapping of a red-breasted sapsucker.
At the end of a dog-leg from the main trail, we come to the dunes. The ocean is right there above the tree line, but the fog is hiding it.
As we round the corner by the parking lot, the sun is breaking through the mist.