A few weeks back I had missed my turn and passed by what appeared to be a fogged in pond.  As I turned around and made my way back I saw it again and it looked like it ran alongside the road I was taking to get to Doubling Point Light.  It turned out to be a field not a pond, and while the view from the side road was nice it was not as mysteriously pretty as it had looked from the main road.

The bonus was this little spot directly across the street.

Having visited Portland Head Light on a handful of occasions I had never previously ventured any farther than the lighthouse and nearby fort.  In July of this year something finally clicked in my head that Fort Williams Park is actually a large beautiful space and deserved more exploration.  The problem in July was that less than an hour into my visit my body betrayed me by bringing my current medical issue back to the front of my consciousness, as a result a return home was the only option for me.

In planning my expedition for this day I admitted fairly early on that I did not want to travel too far and I wanted the expedition to be somewhat brief allowing for me to spend the larger portion of the day at home working away at multiple projects I have going on.

The weather was fantastic, 60 degrees at 5:30 on a November morning.  In addition to exploring the other fort buildings and walking trails I was treated to being able to admire dogs and their people running, jumping, and playing.  The park has a policy that allows for dogs to run free for the most part.  I also got the joy of meeting three of the lovely creatures, feeding my dog snuggling need.

What caught my eye here was the tufts of grass growing at the base of the fence. Seeing that the path had been built upon railroad ties these tufts of graft growing spoke to my sense of fascination with how plants will grow anywhere.

After the pubic beach at Biddeford Pool I traveled the short distance to Fortunes Rocks, as I parked the car I got this site of the sun trying to make it’s debut.

5-10 minutes later the sun was winning.

By the time I left I declared the sun the winner.

The weather forecast yesterday indicated that this morning would be foggy, however when I woke and looked out the window it was clear.  I decided to head out anyway with the idea of seeing the lighthouse at Biddeford Pool.  When I got to the turn at Fortunes Rocks Road the fog was thick as soup.

Recently I had a problem with my eye temporarily blurring and as I walked the beach I thought it was happening again, but finally I realized the fog was causing my glasses to mist over.  I stood and laughed at myself for a good few moments.

I describe the beach in three stripes: the dry stripe which is that soft stuff farthest away from the water’s edge and is what sticks to your feet the most, the packed stripe which is the hard packed middle section where you don’t sink in as you walk, and the quicksand stripe which is at the water’s edge and if you stand still you begin to sink.

When walking on the packed stripe, if I was closer to the dry stripe I could hear but not see the water.  After a while I walked toward the water and after a time wandering and looking at rocks and shells, I turned and could see nothing of the houses on the shoreline.  I knew that I just had to walk away from the water to see where I was, but there was that moment when I thought I am not really sure where I am in relation to where I parked the car.

Of course this had the hallmarks of a mystery/thriller; the fog so thick you couldn’t see the killer coming at you until the very last moment.