So 5:00am came and I poked my head outside the door to see that the blanket of fog that had been sitting on top of Qualicum Beach was still there. How the heck were we going to shoot the sunrise when there wasn't one? The trooper that I am (not really) I decided that I needed to head down to the rendezvous location just in case others were going to show. So there I was with my neighbor Larry, two rabid photographers sitting waiting for the others to show...Then shortly after 6:00am John showed up. You still couldn't see your hand in front of your face, but we waited; 6:10am, 6:15am, and then 6:20am; no one else.
Now here's where we improvise. I knew we wouldn’t be able to see anything on the beach let alone our feet, so I suggested we head down to the French Creek Marina when I knew there were always glorious old fishing boats. To make an already long story short we renamed it the "Marina at Low Tide - Photo walk"; and here's what it looked like to me as the sun desperately tried to make a show of it.