I’ve spoken of my particular love for the in-between time of November, which is probably why I always have such vivid memories of otherwise random fall walks.  (Last year, for example, I found this sign.)  Because I’m out of class until January in order to put in double-time on my dissertation, I’ve been able to start waking up early again, as is my wont; yesterday, after showering, I noticed that the morning fog wasn’t yet burning off, and that Environment Canada had put out a warning about the air quality.  And if you squint, haze kind of looks like fog, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that photos taken in fog always deliver the maximum amount of awesomeness for the least amount of effort.  And I was really overdue for a walk.

I bolted down a bowl of cereal and took off out the front door with my camera bag sometime before 8 am, pausing only to slide dramatically on the frost-covered white crosswalk markings on the street.  (Oh, so much traction-less winter joy to come!)  I heard my mental clock tick-tick-ticking away as I tried to decide where to go first — even with the particulate matter to sustain the fog, it would inevitably dissipate as the sun rose. So, I headed up the mountain — gingerly, across the crosswalks — pausing to sheepishly grab a shot of the woods in the cemetery as one of the guys living in the nice houses nearby came outside to warm up his car. And looking back on it: seriously, what do I care what Random Neighborhood Guy thinks?

I eventually made it to the overlook well after the sun rose, but there was still a surprisingly heavy white fuzziness hanging over downtown.

It was also the first time that I’ve ever been to the overlook where, briefly, there was nobody else around, which was pretty cool.

Mission: Fog — accomplished! Now I can hibernate until next year.

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