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I don't know what it is about fog, but I like it. I think it's romantic even though eerie. I don't like driving in fog but do love long walks. We have had lots of rain this season and when the sun makes an occasional appearance and the temps rise, voila, fog. Thick, pea soup fog. Night time walks in the fog are best.

Good lord. Don't you remember what they used to smell like in cities where domestic heating meant a coal fire? Winter fog back then was lethal.

Does Los Angeles still kill the asthmatic with that weather inversion trick it has?

Oh, the lovely inversion layer of my childhood. It's not as thick as it used to be, but when you go up for a drive in the mountains, it is always inteersting to see that layer undeneath you.

spot;1351093 wrote: Good lord. Don't you remember what they used to smell like in cities where domestic heating meant a coal fire? Winter fog back then was lethal.

Does Los Angeles still kill the asthmatic with that weather inversion trick it has?


I am in the burbs Spot and not the city. Our fog is pure un congested, clean smelling vapors. When the fog lifts I can see to the second ridges of the Sierra Madre Mountains some 60 minutes away where the peaks soar to 8,000 feet. Los Angeles is 300 + miles south of me (fortunately) and is a place I would not care to live.

Ah. That sort of fog.

Yes then. One of the more unfortunate aspects of wind farms is that it's now utterly impossible to go anywhere in England or Wales and practice orienteering skills unless it's foggy or snowing, there is simply no way of scanning the horizon and not seeing something man-made. That problem's been endemic since the national electric grid pylons went up but a wind turbine is impossible to miss.

I think I prefer a snow whiteout, it's more exhilarating.

I have a nice fog memory.

While driving home in the wee hours of the morning from a film set (which in itself tends to create a surrealist feeling) ended up on the Port Mann Bridge going in to Vancouver in the midst of fog so dense I couldn't really see far in front of the car and the bridge was barely detectable. I slowed down to a safe speed and the bridge trip lasted long enough I was just starting to worry about my sense of direction when I finally reached the other side and the fog started to lift the closer I got to my exit. One stop away, with the fog turning into clouds of mist, I noticed movement to the side and turned to see a white owl flying beside me. Its head swiveled so that it stared right at me, keeping pace with the car. As my exit approached, the owl turned away and sped up, crossing in front of my car and away.

It's still a hauntingly beautiful memory.

koan;1351110 wrote: I have a nice fog memory.

While driving home in the wee hours of the morning from a film set (which in itself tends to create a surrealist feeling) ended up on the Port Mann Bridge going in to Vancouver in the midst of fog so dense I couldn't really see far in front of the car and the bridge was barely detectable. I slowed down to a safe speed and the bridge trip lasted long enough I was just starting to worry about my sense of direction when I finally reached the other side and the fog started to lift the closer I got to my exit. One stop away, with the fog turning into clouds of mist, I noticed movement to the side and turned to see a white owl flying beside me. Its head swiveled so that it stared right at me, keeping pace with the car. As my exit approached, the owl turned away and sped up, crossing in front of my car and away.

It's still a hauntingly beautiful memory.


I have a fog bridge memory as well. St. Petersburgh FL. I had to cross the Sunshine Skyway bridge which had just been rebuilt after a ship had run into the support structures and it collapsed on what was also a dense foggy morning. Cars, trucks, school buses...they drove off the missing expanse plunging over 200 ft into Tampa Bay below. They had no idea that section was missing.

The new bridge was up and the fog was inpenatrable. I couldnt see the front end of my car. I parked just below the incline sweating it out. I was terrified. Eventually I crossed the 3 mile bridge but it was a horrible experience.

Nomad;1351112 wrote: I have a fog bridge memory as well. St. Petersburgh FL. I had to cross the Sunshine Skyway bridge which had just been rebuilt after a ship had run into the support structures and it collapsed on what was also a dense foggy morning. Cars, trucks, school buses...they drove off the missing expanse plunging over 200 ft into Tampa Bay below. They had no idea that section was missing.

The new bridge was up and the fog was inpenatrable. I couldnt see the front end of my car. I parked just below the incline sweating it out. I was terrified. Eventually I crossed the 3 mile bridge but it was a horrible experience.
The next day you noticed the sign:

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Wasn't there another bridge collapse there a few years back? Or is this the one?

Oh, I was thinking of Minneapolis

This was Tampa FL. Minneapolis had a bridge collapse a couple of years ago and many drove into the Mississippi but the plunge was nowhere near as devastating although many did die.

Except for feeling like I was driving through clouds in heaven I didn't much have the fear factor happening. Just a groovy owl and the sense that if I was in heaven they might find me and kick me out.

Yea, I dunno....When Im 200' up in the air I want to know what my boundaries are. Im a little funny that way.

I know exactly what you mean Lon. I have many memories of walking through the heavy fog when I was a young boy. I found it rather cosy.

Here's a little quote about fog that I rather like, "Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it"

I used to live in Maine, and remember the thick fog in the morning, and the foghorns sounding across the harbor, with the waves lapping at the wharf and the boat hulls.

It was such a calming.

On the other hand I can remember driving Out of New Orleans at 1:00 AM when the fog was so think you could not read the lighted road signs. And driving across I-55 to Hammond without being able to see more than 2 center strips in my head lights.

Not a calming.

Everything is relative.

I do mostly enjoy a foggy morn.

spot;1351099 wrote: Ah. That sort of fog.

Yes then. One of the more unfortunate aspects of wind farms is that it's now utterly impossible to go anywhere in England or Wales and practice orienteering skills unless it's foggy or snowing, there is simply no way of scanning the horizon and not seeing something man-made. That problem's been endemic since the national electric grid pylons went up but a wind turbine is impossible to miss.

I think I prefer a snow whiteout, it's more exhilarating.


Not if you know there is a cliff nearby, you've mucked up your navigation and realise you might be standing on a cornice. OK you're right it is exhilarating - afterwards in the pub.

koan;1351110 wrote: I have a nice fog memory.

While driving home in the wee hours of the morning from a film set (which in itself tends to create a surrealist feeling) ended up on the Port Mann Bridge going in to Vancouver in the midst of fog so dense I couldn't really see far in front of the car and the bridge was barely detectable. I slowed down to a safe speed and the bridge trip lasted long enough I was just starting to worry about my sense of direction when I finally reached the other side and the fog started to lift the closer I got to my exit. One stop away, with the fog turning into clouds of mist, I noticed movement to the side and turned to see a white owl flying beside me. Its head swiveled so that it stared right at me, keeping pace with the car. As my exit approached, the owl turned away and sped up, crossing in front of my car and away.

It's still a hauntingly beautiful memory.


I believe in Totem animals and would have interpreted the white owl as your spirit animal or totem. Have you seen one before or since?

ZAP;1351173 wrote: I believe in Totem animals and would have interpreted the white owl as your spirit animal or totem. Have you seen one before or since?


I looked up totems right after that happened. I think it's easy to start noticing something everywhere if I'm looking for it so I decided that the owl probably was my totem but didn't go searching for meaning.

koan;1351176 wrote: I looked up totems right after that happened. I think it's easy to start noticing something everywhere if I'm looking for it so I decided that the owl probably was my totem but didn't go searching for meaning.


I believe the eagle is mine and it has appeared to me many times, in unusual places and under strange circumstances. Always in the same way. It flies in from the right, faces me and turns to go back the way it came. But never in the fog.

I have a beautiful photo of the Golden Gate Bridge in heavy fog hanging in my office. I've driven across it in the early morning heavy fog. Gorgeous and eerie at the same time.

Just follow the sound:

LarsMac;1351155 wrote: I used to live in Maine, and remember the thick fog in the morning, and the foghorns sounding across the harbor, with the waves lapping at the wharf and the boat hulls.

It was such a calming.

On the other hand I can remember driving Out of New Orleans at 1:00 AM when the fog was so think you could not read the lighted road signs. And driving across I-55 to Hammond without being able to see more than 2 center strips in my head lights.

Not a calming.

Everything is relative.

I do mostly enjoy a foggy morn.


America has the best, soupy fog!