You know what’s something I don’t miss about living in Los Angeles? June Gloom. That low deck of gray clouds that tends to hang out all day during May and June in coastal Los Angeles (I’ve even griped about it before).
In the Great Central Valley, they tend to get a different kind of fog in the winter: tule fog. Tule fog is entirely different from that old marine layer in L.A.: you wake up to it in the morning, low on the ground, cutting visibility down to less than a mile. It swirls in the trees an fills the meadows, blocking out the sun and lending a mysterious quality to the whole world.
And it usually burns off within an hour or two, rather than hanging out for weeks like June Gloom. This, I like.
One thing that isn’t enjoyable about tule fog is driving in it, and it’s not uncommon for there to be multi-car pileups along the highways. You can hit a wall of it quite unexpectedly, and all it takes is one person braking too fast, or not braking at all, to start the chain reaction.
But when I woke up early today and saw the fog outside, I grabbed my bike instead, and rode down to one of the local bike trails to take a few pictures. Enjoy.