Posted by: adventuressetravels | March 15, 2011

Sea Fog

“Oh my god!” a cry of dismay came from the back deck.

We leaped up from our seats on the sofa and rushed outside.  We didn’t make it further than a few feet out the door.  A white fog  blanketed us in, turning the open ocean claustrophobic.  You could barely see up to the bow of the 42 foot catamaran through the haze.   As if we had been transported into a ghost world mist swirled around us, its fingers reaching onto our very deck.  We weren’t going anywhere, not til the fog lifted anyway.

A boat trapped in a dead-calm sea; not a breath of wind stirring the mirror-like surface of the ocean.  And then the fog rolls in, cutting off all contact with the outside world.  100 miles from the nearest point of land no one would find us.  Now this was the stuff nautical horror stories were made of.

The sheets of cotton fog came and went, blurring the days into one another, clearing for an hour or two, only to come back with renewed force.  It was eerie.  The captain and our more experienced crew member reassured us that it was only humidity, not some Davey Jones preparing to pull us down into his locker.

Still, being utterly surrounded by white in that dead calm sea was unsettling.  Sure, we were near untouched coral-heads and reefs that served as veritable grocery stores of lobster and crab, but still.  Snorkeling, diving, exploring, nothing helped.  I couldn’t shake the antsy, trapped feeling of foreboding enveloped by this sinister white mist.

Not a peep on the VHF radio, not a speck on the radar, one day, two, three … I lost count of the sunrises and sunsets.  We were utterly alone.  Alone with the fog.

Then, one morning the blue sky greeted me.  The horizon was clear.  A couple hours later, miracle of miracles, we saw a large salvage ship in the distance.  We had made it out of our nautical purgatory.

The spell broken, and visibility restored we lifted the anchor and motored out of the misty vortex that had trapped us.  We had escaped the fog’s clutches.





  1. Vivid subjective report. Early on you might indicate that you had cast anchor until things cleared up.

  2. Oooh, creepy. Have you ever seen that movie The Fog? That’s all I could think of while I was reading this. Even if you were anchored, I’d be worried about another boat coming along and hitting you, though I imagine radar helps avoid that sort of thing, eh?

    • I haven’t seen the Fog, but yeah, the real stuff was pretty creepy. Radar was definitely good to have but we didn’t use it doesn’t help much in that case. It is a terrible drain on the batteries so we didn’t really use it when we were anchored or during the day, but we did have anchor lights which would have totally helped. Luckily and we only saw one boat on the radar in ten days there.

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