A foggy morning view of the cement ship.
It has been cold and foggy lately. Of course cold is relative in Northern California. Here it means some occasional night time frosts with daytime temperatures in the 60s to 70s. I know, move to California and pretty soon you can’t handle real weather.
I took my usual morning walk to the bench on a fifty foot cliff and watched the fog roll over the cement ship. This ship is in an area the locals call the “fog belt.” There is a line of fog that washes in and out like clockwork in the summer. The fog burns off at 10 in the morning and then returns from the bay at 5 in the afternoon.
The panoramic vista is awe inspiring of course but what I was really looking at was the hills behind the ship. There are dozens of small roads through the redwoods. I was thinking that I should go for a ride in the hills later in the afternoon. And that is what I did. When I was sick and recovering from a stroke, the ocean and hills pulled me outside everyday helping me recuperate faster. This is a marvelous area to recover in. But it is even better when one is well.
Things always turn out well for me.