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Don't mess with me! Warning. Warning. Warning! Stay away from me! Don’t you hear me? I said stay away! If you don’t I’ll rip your insides out, and you surely will die! Look me straight in the eye and tell me you don’t hear me! Last chance! Oooga oooga Through the fog my plaintive wail sounds the warning. Oooooga! |
Additional Notes:
There is a foghorn just a few Km's. away on the Washington coast by Port Angeles where it is foggy very often.
Yesterday the foghorn was going every 30 seconds. The sky was a beautiful blue and the ocean
quiet, but on that part of the coast the fog hangs low and just about 30-50 meters above the water.
It (the fog)usually dissipates in early afternoon when the sun warms up the air.
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