Day 238, 113-125
The morning started with pea-soup level fog. Thank goodness for artificial sunrises. Even better, as I got our morning fire started the fog started to clear, just like a piece of kindling just starting to catch with billows of smoke immediately cleared with a flash of flame. It was as if my fire was the spark that cleared the sky. Even betterer, the Junior Anglers Convention was in town again yesterday and today, and they were very gracious in allowing me to tag along.