The Fog

Once again my uncanny ability to get lost and my trusty GPS device struck. We were scheduled to go from Ocala to Fort Walton Beach but out GPS deviced called for a turn that was highly suspicious but me, being the trusting soul that I am, followed it. We wound up on the outskirts of London. The fog here is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Mid day sun below. 

Mid Day Sun

 The fog here lingers all day and then about dusk turns into pea soup. By early morning visibility drops to zero. Oh, how I miss Key Largo and Fort Myers. Sunny skies, gentle breezes and blue skies. More pictures below. 

The beautiful view of the bay

Another beautiful view of the bay

 However, in spite of all the fog here in London for the last few days and the dreary, damp weather there were a few bright spots. We went for a late breakfast at Mary's favorite breakfast spot The Doughnut Hole. Pictures below. 

The Doughnut Hole

Number One Son and CrazyBill

 Again, in spite of near zero visibility and several near death experiences we ventured out for dinner at the Bay Cafe one of our favorite restaurants. Pictures below. 

The Fog at 5:00

Mary got the Grouper

I got the New York Strip

French Silk Pie for dessert

Mary and Number One Son

Bill and The Wind That Lifts My Wings