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The fog is so thick I can't see Emerson Rocks let alone anything or anybody that might be on the beach beyond about 60 feet from me. If that. I'm staring into the fog when three fishermen materialize between me and Emerson Rocks. In the fog I can't tell how far away they are and besides that there are three of them so I radio the gatehouse to get Unit 61 on it. By the time he gets there they've moved close enough that I could yell at them but he thanks me anyway. |
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