Ayah, I know what fog as thick as pea soup looks like. ;-) I remember the smell of the fog, yes salty. I also remember the smell of the pine needles baking in the summer sun. Whenever I smell either one it takes me directly back to growing up there. It really was wonderful. We would play in the woods all summer, catch pollywogs in the spring then frogs later in the season. Catching fireflies in the summer evenings. Climbing trees and looking in birds nests to figure out if they were for a robin or a blue jay. Horsetail ferns, pussywillows, muskrats swimming under the ice when we were skating. The sound of the "peepers" in the spring. The "FBI" out on route 1. (you really are a Mainiac if you understand that reference) We were hardly ever in the house, always outside playing. The parents never had to worry about us, we could always be found somewhere around the neighborhood. Go outside and play wasn't a punishment. LOL Yup, good stuff. I am sure it is different now but I did love living there as a kid. Probably part of the reason why I love reading Steven King books.