This morning’s fog was incredibly beautiful, but the most magical scene was a complete fog bow I encountered walking over to Eastern Point. I have seen hints of them before – the start or end of one, but never a complete and clearly visible one. It is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. If there is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow – I wonder what awaits one at the end of a fog bow. Fog bows are also called white rainbows and sometimes are called sea dogs by mariners.