Went to the Wednesday night gathering, and knew it was going to be foggy when it was time to come home, but I hadn't remembered HOW foggy this place can be.
When I left D&D's place, it was pea soup. THAT was pea soup? I was slightly mistaken. The pea soup started as soon as I turned the corner, and it kept getting worse. I was creeping along because I knew there were two stop signs that should be heeded, and in that kind of murk I wasn't taking any chances.
When I finally got on the exit road--long, dark, narrow 2-lane, and curvy in spots--that's when wanted to get the ladle out. In fact I wanted to hang my head out the window, but then realized my glasses would get fogged up, and they don't have windshield wipers.
I think in some spots I might have been going as fast as 15 mph, but I was too focused on the road to dare a peek at the speedometer. There were some spots where the fog was so heavy I couldn't see the edge of the road. When I got to the signal light where I turned onto a main road, the fog seemed to be somewhat lighter, but I was still driving cautiously. And wouldn't you know, some yahoo decided I wasn't going fast enough and he was practically riding on my bumper. I would have moved over, but the shoulder wasn't wide enough in any one spot. Finally, at the next major intersection, he turned away.
However, and of course--another bumper jockey got on me. Well, I'm not speeding up for anybody in conditions like that. You can just take your time. Finally when I got onto the main drag and almost home, the fog pretty much lifted. It was there, but the horizontal visibility was pretty good.
Which brings to mind....
I worked afternoon shift at the Santa Ana Police Department and lived in Westminster (about 10 miles, as I recall). There were some nights when the sky was gorgeously clear, stars in abundance, but I couldn't see the roadway. Yeah, ground fog. Now that's scary too.
I had an old, I mean ancient, Studebaker, and the guys would worry about my getting home. Frequently one of the cops would follow me to the city limits line to see that I got out of Santa Ana, at least, safely. Yep, they take care of their own.
Shalom