At 6:30 a.m. I got up and looked out the window to see what kind of day was in store for us. It was cloudy, but the Mighty Mac was still visible. I made a cup of tea and turned around and noticed that a fog bank was making it’s way toward the bridge. Within minutes the bridge was gone. I couldn’t see one inch of the huge structure . As I stood in the window watching, the fog moved rapidly away and the towers became visible. Then I could see the entire bridge. The fog seemed to be going backward because the bridge was being engulfed in fog again. A few minutes later, the fog looked like it went between St Ignace and Mackinac Island. It looked like it just turned. I have never seen fog act this way. It was a dance that only Mother Nature could pull off and she did…beautifully.