Two mornings in a row last week, there was a lot of fog here in the Bay area. As I looked out our hotel window, I found it difficult to determine where the bay ended and the sky began in the distant horizon.



Later in the morning, the fog lifted. We then watched a kayaker moving smoothly along in the water, and I watched with great interest as a flock of pelicans followed the boater.



The kayaker coming from the east, as was the plane about to land at SFO.



At this point, the man in the kayak has paddled a great distance, working his way to the extreme west side of the hotel, turning around, and was now heading back to the east.