2023 Day 85

Gary Boyd

Sunday March 26th

It’s foggy. The 67° this morning feels different from the 67° of yesterday morning. Humidity changes everything.

I am sitting on the back porch listening to the morning bird song. Also to the rumble of the distant trains.. The barking of the distant dogs.. The barely audible sound of a distant motorcycle.. the not so distant sound of water falling on dew wet grass from sprinklers on the septic system. Other than that, it’s a quiet Sunday morning in the backyard.

But with all of that, I feel my coffee cup calling me. So I think I’ll go in and have a cup.. Y’all have a great Sunday and I’ll catch y’all on the other side…

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5 thoughts on “2023 Day 85”

  1. I passed through your town yesterday about 7:30, and then had the experience of driving all the way to West Columbia in dense fog that was almost zero visibility at times. I guess this is the year I’m going to either get over my nervousness about driving in fog, or learn how to do it!

    1. Linda, in my life I’ve had two driving in fog experiences that stand out. One, the first, was after my sister’s wedding when I drove my aunt and uncle to my grandparents.. Highway 59 south of Victoria. The fog was so thick I could only see two of the dividing stripes ahead of me on the highway.. three hours of staring into white.. no traffic.. after midnight.. seemed to take forever.
      My next experience with fog that thick was my first trip to the Blue Ridge Parkway. Driving north from Little Switzerland, North Carolina. The speed limit was 45 mph and if I was doing 15 I felt like I was speeding. Nothing like being on top of a mountain and not being able to see off the side.. or in places even see the side.

      1. It really is disorienting. After a while, even time sense seems to disappear. What got me most on that last drive was the thought that pulling off to the side would be a very bad idea, since I couldn’t see the side of the road, and no one coming up from behind would be able to see me!

        1. Years after my Blue Ridge trip I was talking with a soap maker who had had a shop in Little Switzerland and he told me that many times he waould have to drive with his door open to see the dividing stripe as he inched along the Parkway…

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