h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It was particularly foggy this morning.
Not foggy in the more wordly sense where many times in some places you cannot see far past the bridge of your nose type fog. This was about 15 yards clear visibility. But it was foggy none the less.
Especially for a midwestern US town hundreds of miles away from any major bodies of water at nine in the morning. The most we have is a small river which barely qualifies as a creek. Its about ankle deep and 15 feet wide. Hardly a river.
Anyhow, I love fog. It has this mysterious almost romantic quality to it.
I was once canoeing in the wilderness up north and this dense mystic fog set in over the entire lake as dusk set in. The water became a bit rough as we paddled between the cliffs topped with pines and overhanging moss.
After we pulled our canoes to the rocks and and made camp for the night, I went off into the woods in search of dry wood. The fog cover the ground like a thin blanket and extended into the reaches of the forest....