December 17, 2009
Having spent most of my life in Washington, I'm accustomed to two seasons: two months of sunlight, and then overcast skies with non-stop rain from September to June. Sometimes we'd get snow, but most of the time, the fall and winter holidays are very wet.
In the central valley of California, where I now live, there are also two seasons: Desert sun (hot enough to evaporate the moisture from your eyeballs) from March to November, and then two months of fog. ENDLESS FOG.
I woke up this morning and saw this out the window at around 7 a.m.
This was on the way to work.
This was still on the way to work.
This is FORTY MILES AWAY from where I started. Same fog. All day long. I got home at 6 p.m., and the fog barely let up. And from what the valley natives tell me, this is a "mild" fog. Real fog is when you can't see the hood of your own car. They actually have "fog days" where schools are canceled on account of the fog.
Seriously. It's like living in a horror movie.