19 January 05

Under The Fog

I’ve been having fun with weather applets of late, having installed Meteorologist for Mac OS X on this laptop and KWeather on my computer at work. So I ought not complain about the weather here, since they tell me that in Norway, Maine (home of Pica’s sister) it is now 12 degrees F, and expected to drop to a low of -12 degrees F on Friday. Still, we’re into a chilly pattern here, in the low forties with 100% humidity. There’s a fog layer that’s sitting several hundred feet above the ground surface. Get above the fog, and it’s sunny and warm: in Placerville today, at 1800 feet elevation in the Sierra foothills, it was 69 degrees today. Here under the fog, it’s gloves and furry hat time for cycling.

Posted by at 09:06 PM in Nature and Place | Link |

  1. Complaining about the weather is part of being at home in a place. It’s part of being Californian that no narratives from our frozen brethren in other states will make us less sorry for ourselves on days like today, when it was, by native standards, frigging freezing.


    — Jarrett    20. January 2005, 19:38    Link
  2. I drove from Barstow to Pinole yesterday. Between Barstow and Arvin it was sunny. Between Altamont Pass and Pinole it was sunny. From Arvin to Altamont Pass it was relentlessly gray, like driving through a 300-mile bowl of lentil soup.

    — Chris Clarke    21. January 2005, 11:52    Link

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