It is quite the view from the upper shrouds of any mast, but usually you are not up there for the view.
For what ever unknown reason the radar unit on “Zeta” decided to give up the ghost. We are now on the third time of trying to have it repaired and the frustration level is increasing.
While I am no longer penitrating clouds in the aviation world, the entry into a coastal fog bank results in the same mind numbing experience. Spacial disorientation is never a fun situation to experience.
There are two sayings that I have always taken to heart. “Get home ‘itis” can get you killed" and “Mother nature alway’s wins”. Fixed or moving objects are not good things to meet up with in a fog bank.