Plates of Fog

Posted on November 22, 2006 in Driving

Foggy nights make familiar roads into undiscovered countries. I entered Santiago Canyon at about 10:00 pm. Where the route slopes down by Irvine Lake, a heavy fog loomed up in plates. I shattered one porcelain roundness after another, never sure which straightaway or which curve I was on except for a mile long stretch at the Silverado Cutoff and school. The mist found me again and was thickest in the driveway leading into the condo complex.

Halfway up the last hill, the flashing blinkers of a white RV called my attention to a necking couple on a bench. The force of my own Thundertorc took me past them instaneously, leaving the splitting fog to fill my clear-air-trail.

Through all that blindness, I managed to stay focussed and get home.