Driving in this morning, I noticed a bit of mist wisping off of some of the agricultural ponds along C470 — and more over by Chatsfield Dam, which is a regular location for tule fog sorts of phenomena. Fog is one of the weather conditions I miss from loving closer to a coast, and it’s interesting to see the mist “lurking in the hollows” and slowly giving way in the early morning light …
Until I rounded the corner from C470 onto I-70 and ran into a freaking wall of it. High and thick and sun-blotting and vision-reducing (of the “wow, I almost missed my exit because I can only see about 50 yards and can’t see the buildings just off the freeway” kind).
It’ll burn off quickly, no doubt, but … an unexpected bit of weather for the morning.