Foggy Mountain Morning

Driving Ian to Nana & Pappy's this morning, the fog was what Yukon Cornelius calls "thick as peanut butter." (How many times have I seen that Rudolph special? More than is healthy for me, no doubt.) Then we got up onto the ridgetop of Flint Hill Road, and the sun was brilliant, but below in the little branch coves the fog hung around for a while longer.