On my ride yesterday I was reminded of how cold fog can be out here! I remember fog as a child in Colorado and it was a warm, enveloping, mystical thing. You could kind of see, but not really. Plus all the horror movies had some kind of foggy scene somewhere. Just to be clear, the operative word here is warm, not cold.
Yesterday I was out a bit early because I had a trip to SF in the afternoon and another one after that back home even later in the afternoon. I dressed appropriately because I was going climbing in the hills (on the bike, not hiking) and needed to be able to disrobe if it became too warm after coming back down the hill.
OOOWEE, it was chilly coming down. The fog wasn’t blocking visibility, but it sure was dampening the temperatures. I had a hint as I was riding up that it was going to be chilly at the top when I didn’t get too warm on the ride up.
When I got home and was getting ready to drive to the city, all I could think about was sitting in my warm car. No wind in my face or chilling my body.
How our perspective changes with different information, different experiences.
p.s. it sure is wonderful to have my body back!
