Normally, I hate driving in the fog. I learned to drive in the upper foothills, which meant I had more experience driving in snow than fog - and I learned to prefer the snow! The joke in our family was always, "At least I can usually see what I'm going to run into in the snow!"
In normal years, Auburn is sometimes exactly at the fog line. We'll get a stretch of weather, usually after a good rainstorm, where the fog will roll in during the late afternoon and roll out sometime the next morning. On some days, we'll have fog all day. But with the drought, we seem to have had far fewer foggy days.
Last Saturday, I hauled some cull ewes and the last of our lambs to the Stockton Livestock Auction in French Camp, California. While it was sunny when I left my corrals at 7 a.m., I hit fog coming down the hill into Sacramento - and I was in fog for the remainder of my trip. Between Lodi and Stockton (on Interstate 5), the fog was soupy enough that I slowed down (as did some - not all - of my fellow drivers).
Last weekend's foggy weather meant that we had the right combination of moisture (from a rainstorm on Thursday) and atmospheric conditions. And after the dry year we've had, I must admit - for the first time in my life, I enjoyed driving in it!