The Fog Comes



September 7, 2006
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. -- Carl Sandburg
That is how it was at lake Arthur. It came in the night while we slept and in the morning it filled the space between lake water and sky. The sun worked hard thoughout the morning burning slowly at the fog. We took our morning constitutional out to the marina and back, then watched as the sun slowly won its battle with the fog.

Oil City is a small town. We went to the state park and saw where the train station is located; they have a tourist train that rides about two hours through the old oil fields from Titusville to Oil City.

In Titusville the Drake Well is now a museum. We sat most of the day at the water’s edge. Will fished; he got a few bites from small guys who followed his lure through the water. He practiced guitar working to calus his fingers to the metal strings. We walked the trails and had a meal.
The Steelers played their first season game; we watched all the action at Booneys in Titusville. They had a big screen and people got into the excitement of the plays. A DJ asked trivia questions during commercials. It was loud and cold. We munched popcorn, hotwings and sipped a beer or two. The Steelers had some great plays and won their game 28/14. As the game ended the music blared and we headed for the door. We found a nice quiet spot in a parking lot with a few other vehicles where we settled in for the night

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