Sourdough ... you have just reminded me of another magical moment that happened to me probably 45 years ago. I was a teenager (Iwas once ... really) and I was in my little 12 foot wooden row boat, fishing off the beach of Alki Point. This is a famous area in Seattle now, but back then I only knew it as a place where the Blackmouths (read that young King Salmon) would school at certain times. It was very foggy, I was only about 50 feet off shore, rowing very quietly, I couldn't even see the shore for the fog. Just as dawn started to burn through the fog, high on the bluff, I heard a bagpiper start playing. I don't recall the melody, but it was totally mesmerizing. Today, I can still hear that haunting sound, drifting over the water. CHEERS, Bob