I’m working on liking fog. I have hated it, gotten depressed by it, wished it away, ignored it. But this morning there it was again. This is the treeline I normally see when I look up the road on my morning walk.
The open field is a dairy farm and behind those hills is the start of one section of Redwoods National and State Park. This morning I could not see the hills. The fog shrouded everything except the very bottom low row of grey green trees and farmhouse. As I walked up the road I decided to think about someone telling me recently they “love” the fog. Since it’s a fact of life here it seems I should at least try to like it and come to peace with it. So I turned off the main road and made my way a few hundred yards to a 20 acre wood. I felt the coolness in the air. I breathed in the moisture. And I thought about how many people would love to be here, fog or not. And how the fog is part of a micro climate that lets us have magnificent redwood forests in over 75% of this county. I’m making progress. And to top it all off the sun came out this afternoon. Life is good.