It is 7 a.m. as I begin packing my drawing supplies for the hike to Robinson’s Point. When I step outside the lodge I realize nature has other plans for the day. The fog is so thick I cannot see beyond arm’s length let alone the view of the mountain range. I decide to stay in the lodge and draw from a photograph I took of a small boat in Italy years ago. The boat carries me out of the fog to a seaside town crystal clear in my memory.