an old blog from another website - Scary stuff

Ok...stuff that scares me or some such....

A few years ago, we'd taken the two big dogs down to Fort Blakely for a walk thru the park. Had to hit the big boardwalk that borders the Tensaw. Nice quiet body of water marred only by the occasional boater heading down stream to where the Appalachee River cuts off to the right down by the causeway and where it stops being the Tensaw and becomes the Blakely. Anyways...
It was fall, sort of misty outside, just a few people in the park other than us. You could see the RSA tower that wasn't quite finished being built in the distance and the Cochrane Bridge even closer to it across the delta in Mobile. Nice picture to look at on a lazy day on the water. Peaceful.
Gives something for one to muse on, like......how long would it take for me to get there from here, etc.

A fog had started to roll up river and from where we stood; it casually obliterated the view south. Woosh, the RSA tower was suddenly gone. Rain began to fall so we moseyed on down the boardwalk and came upon a marine police boat and another motor boat that was abandoned. The police were just sitting there, anchored in the water, but no one was home on the other boat. Strange.

Glancing up, one could see the fog had moved in even closer and the rain started falling a little heavier. The dogs were getting antsy and to be honest, it was very reminiscent of Stephen King’s novella, 'The Mist'. A hollowed sounding crackle emanated from the police boat and shrouded in the rain one could see the outline of a man in the cabin of the boat looking towards us. Odder by the moment.

Here we were standing on the banks of the site of THE last major battle of the Civil War, this intense fog was rolling closer by the second, the rain was falling down, an abandoned boat was yards from us in alligator infested water, the marine police were staring our way and all I could think about was please, Dear Lord, don't let there be Tygers....

I actually started a short story of my own which I've not finished about the experience as it really made an impact in my day. We sat in a little shelter for about a half hour and when the rain let up slightly I suggested we head back to the truck and go back home. :) By that time, the fog was almost upon us and the police were still sitting there in their boat. The silence, barely broken by our soft murmurs and the crackle of their radio mixing with the music of the rain on the surface of the water was the only other sound you could hear.