Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Who Knew?

Who would ever imagine that southern Oregon was the fog capitol of America?  I swear, there's more fog here than in San Francisco.  Seriously, day after day.  This morning, driving down the mountain to walk the dogs, I had my head hanging out the window so I could see the edge of the twisting, one-lane road.  There are no guardrails and a great drop, so with visibility about 6 inches, I figured freezing my eyeballs was better than doing a dive off the ridge. 

It was equally daunting once we got to the park.  I could see a bit farther--maybe ten feet--but it was eerie and ominous, my thoughts running to boogeymen and Jack the Ripper.  There's just something truly creepy about a cold, dense fog.

Here's the view up my road right now, approaching 1:00 in the afternoon.  The fog is lifting a bit because I can see the shadows of the oaks.  Earlier there was nothing to see.

I had totally intended to work on the serial yesterday, but one of my favorite authors had a new book out and...well...I spent the afternoon not writing.  And it was so worth it.  There's just nothing quite like escaping into a great book.
But now it's time to get back on track with my own stuff, which isn't getting done while I sit here procrastinating as the fog swirls around my windows...though the atmosphere is pretty cool.  If I was writing a Victorian murder mystery set in London.

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