The Beecher’s Island Boys

I haven’t seen fog this thick since ... well, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen fog this thick, unless you count the time I walked into the room across the hall at my college dorm, and that fog wasn’t, ahem, natural.  This is the kind of fog you expect to find on the coast, in London, in a horror movie or Casablanca, not traveling along U.S. Highway 385 in eastern Colorado where my handy-dandy Rand McNally tells me the only water to find is at places with names like Landsman ... South Fork of