...are interesting to drive in.
On Monday I drove to Springville, UT with Chelsea to visit family. We stayed with my sister and visited two of Chelsea's. It was a fun visit and I didn't want to come back so soon.
The drive up to Springville was a little stressful, due to snowfall. I consider myself a skilled and cautious driver, so it only took about an hour longer than normal. Saw the aftermath of several accidents, but didn't even come close to having one of our own. Yay for me.
On the way back, we didn't have snow, but fog. I'd never driven in fog before. As a driver, I would prefer to be the only one on the road, mostly because I don't trust the other drivers to know what they're doing. Driving in fog gave the impression I was the only one around. Of course, I like to be able to see a ways ahead, to know what's coming. Fog isn't so good for that.
As I drove, I stared intently into the dense blanket of gray ahead of me, trying to see farther ahead than the 20 feet or so that I could actually see. Occasionally, in the oncoming lanes, I would see a dark shadow that would coalesce into a vehicle for a couple moments, then disappear almost as soon as I could see it in my rear-view mirror.
A couple times, as I was staring into the fog, I would realize that I could see a car ahead of me. The fog had dissipated just enough to let me see about twice as far ahead as I could before. I hadn't realized this was happening, as I was so focused on being alert for any slow moving vehicle that I wouldn't be able to see until I was right behind it.
Chelsea and I arrived safe and sound, no problems.
When I left the house to come to work, Cedar City was blanketed in a dense fog. I've never seen fog in Cedar City before. It made the journey to work seem rather dream-like. In rain or snow I can still see far enough ahead to know that the stoplight 6 blocks away just turned red or green or whatever. With fog, I could barely see two blocks ahead of me. It was almost like the rest of the city didn't exist until I got close enough, then went away after I passed.
All the electric lights I could see were diffused, like looking at the house across the street through a frosted window pane.
Plus, the fog makes everything seem quieter.
Overall, I rather like fog. Does that make me weird?
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I hope you had a lovely weekend...Fog's pretty dreadful. Year's ago, I lived on the Palos Verdes Penninsula and drove into Santa Monica. Had a TR6 ('75, which I still own) and installed "flamethrowers" as headlights to beat the fog -- they didn't, then fog lamps on the bumper -- no luck there either. Every morning I thought I'd bump into something...but was lucky.
I had a great weekend. I hope you did as well.
I like the fog, but I don't think I'd enjoy it nearly as much were it to have a consistent presence in my life. It's cool to look at every now and again.
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