At Enkhuizen, a ray of sunshine shone through the forward cabin's porthole just at the break of day. Already awake, I rose from our bunk to peek out the hatch, my usual morning routine. It was roughly 7:15AM and the harbor was ablaze with the sunrise; days were becoming incredibly short. Although we were rafted two boats deep onto the quayside, I was anxious to depart to continue toward our winter destination. I began breakfast. When the coffee was poured, and Brian meandered his way into the cabin, we hadn't yet noticed that our plans were about to change. Mist was pouring into the harbor from the IJsselmeer; rapidly we were engulfed in fog.
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Notice our neighbor, 'American Lady' quite an ironic raft-up![/caption]
No worries, it will clear...
We could no longer see across the harbor, never-mind finding the exit!
No radar, no way! We had plenty of time to wait for better visibility, and so we decided to wait another day. Several boats departed late in the afternoon when the fog had not yet lifted. It was a Sunday, and people needed to return home to attend their Monday morning jobs. Several boats changed their plans, securing to the quay and choosing to depart via train and to return for the boat at a later date. We took a long, misty walk along the Westerdijk; the dike that surrounds the city and had during earlier days been used to keep the city safe from floods.
The following day, there was no sign of the other side of the harbor, it was still entirely fogged in! We asked the harbormaster if he had a forecast. He shrugged his shoulders, "There is no wind," he casually replied. He proceeded to inform us that the lock was closed to pleasure vessels. Alright then, just one more day...