Out of the Fog

I had often found the buoy in the fog and believed that we could do it again. We kept on rowing and knew when we had rowed far enough though we had not counted the strokes but we found nothing. That's strange we must have passed it, this blamed fog is so thick. What's that over there?" We zigzagged back and forth for some time and then realized that we had missed it and must go back to the vessel and get our inner buoy. This seemed easy but we found that it is as important to have a point of departure as it is to have a destination and not knowing just where we were we could not head our boat to where the vessel was.