From my house I have a nice clear view of the mountain. I love foggy days but we really don’t get too many of them around here, but every now and then I can see the fog settles beautifully on the top of the mountain. I wasn’t doing anything in particular on this day but when I looked out my window and saw the foggy mountain top I hopped in the car. I imagined how amazing the walking trail would look with a thick fog cover and got excited as we approached and drove up the long winding road through thick clouds of fog. Twenty minutes later and we reached the top of the mountain to discover not even the smallest sense of fogginess. Not a skerick. Not a trace. Not even the slightest hint of fog.
Regardless we enjoyed our stroll (sometimes jog) along the track with every stick transforming into sword and the added bonus of a few puddles to stomp on the way back.