The fog that crept along with us all the way down Route 100 made it seem like we were in an unknown place on an unfamiliar road. Nothing looked exactly familiar, and certainly not like the road we've travelled many times over the past forty years. Finally just before the shortcut at Ted Green's Ford, we pulled over to take some photos. The darker, eerier ones are from my camera; the brighter one is Peter's. What it really felt like was somewhere in between.