Fog

I think it is a living, breathing thing.    Fog.   It comes and goes across the road, one minute you can see, the next you can't.   

We're in Bay St. Louis, MS. at the Silver Slipper Casino RV Park.    We stopped here, on our way across the southern states, in order to  park right on the Gulf and spend a few last hours on the sparkling white sand beach. 

On a clear day, I'd be looking right at the Gulf from my window

It's not too far out of our way....maybe 10 miles or so.   Worth it to walk the beach, or sit and read for a few hours before getting back on the road.

I'm allowed a little peak at the beach

Sometimes the fog gets so low that everything outside is as wet as if it was raining......and it's dark in the middle of the day.

The Jeep's hood

This afternoon we drove into the sweet little town of Bay St. Louis.   Fog accompanied us, hiding the Gulf from view.   Once in a while it lifted it's hem a bit and we could see a pier or a seabird.   

tracks to nowhere.....

By the time we parked in front of a small community garden, the fog had quietly drawn itself away again and we could walk around the town without getting drenched.

Ruth's Roots is a lovely little spot, home to local artists work, chickens and rabbits, a community garden of veggies and flowers, a koi pond, a little lending library - its a serene spot in the middle of town.

buddies

mosaic bathtub Mary

And, across the street, an old cemetery beckoned us.   We wandered there for a few minutes before heading back home.     The clear skies had made us want to return to "our" beach for a walk with Lew.

This wasn't the first full tree sculpture we'd seen here.   It seems a common thing in hurricane devastated areas such as this.     It seems that every other lot along the Gulf is empty.  Old stairs and walls show us where homes once stood, before Katrina.     Much has been done to manage the huge storm surges that hurricanes bring, but ultimately nothing really works.   The homes that have been rebuilt are now high up on stilt-like piers, sometimes 15-20 feet in the air.

from beach level, Dave approaches a new sea wall to get a better look at an
interesting tree sculpture

Hurricane survivor given new life as a sculpture

We make it back to Beluga and find the fog has pulled out far enough for us to get a beach walk in!

Fog.   A living thing.    Before we can put our things away and gather Lewis, it slips back in and covers everything completely.   I think it's playing with us.

Ah well.....we'll have an early happy hour and go out for a nice dinner then.

pretty Sycamore Inn

more sweet Gulf shrimp

We leave in the morning.    Tomorrow we'll be in Breaux Bridge, LA, then on into Texas on Friday.

velvet ears