There is nothing like a foggy evening. The fog gently rolls in from the east and slowly engulfs the Mighty Mac. At first, the fog slides under the bridge and then sneaks through the open grating and swallows up the roadway. Slowly it inches upward and encompasses the towers. The fog becomes so dense that nothing is visible in the straits. Eventually, our pool disappears. We watch from our living quarters as the fog blankets the area . The fog signal on the bridge sounds eerie yet comforting at the same time.All evening and into the night, the soft sound of the fog signal was heard. After a while,the fog signal took on a rhyum of its own and lulled us into a deep peacefull sleep.