Fog at the park earlier this week.
There has been fog in our area these last days—not exactly a common occurrence. I remember my Dad said, when he thought about moving our family from the Los Angeles area to Northern California years ago, that he wanted to find a place that was “above the fog and below the snow.” My folks considered both Placerville and Auburn. I’m glad we ended up where we did.
But there has been fog in Auburn lately—lots of it. I wonder if unusual weather like this is another result of climate change?
I’ve been lucky, though. The little town where I live hasn’t had fog. We’ve had beautiful sunshine and temperatures in the upper 60s. Tomorrow, the forecast is calling for a high temperature of 72 degrees—and twenty degrees or so cooler down the hill, where the fog has settled in.
It’s been strange, driving to work these last days. I forget in the morning that there is fog in Auburn and in the Sacramento Valley. I take Biscuit for a walk in the sunshine, get in the car, head down the hill, and enjoy the drive. Then about five miles from the turnoff for work, I notice that cars heading the other way on the freeway have their lights on. As I head further down the hill, I finally see the fog bank, covering the freeway, greying the sky.
It’s the strangest thing, seeing cars with their lights on when I’ve been moving through brilliant sunshine. I wonder how many of those drivers worry that they will be dealing with fog for the rest of the day. Maybe they’ve been driving for miles and miles, headlights on, peering cautiously ahead, stuck in the grey. And then, just a little higher up the freeway? All of it disappears. They are back in sunshine again.
Back in the sunshine.
