I’d started out under a brightening sky but as I rolled further east the fog that had been dissipating over the city thickened again. By the time I hit the Gleichen turnoff visibility was down to a couple of car-lengths. Cresting the Cluny hill I had to slow down behind a semi that was creeping along with its flashers on, the driver seeming to feel his way through the curtain of mist.
Things improved by Bassano but not by much. Resigned to the fact that it was going to be yet another foggy Tuesday, I turned off the highway and followed the gravel east.
It was actually kind of a pleasant day. Stepping out of the truck to take a few pictures, I could smell damp soil - one of the finest scents there is - and feel the mist on my face. It was cool but not cold, more like an April morning than the third week of February.
I drove on east past Countess and Rosemary and saw new calves in the pastures and whitetail deer that bounced off into the fog as soon as I slowed down. A coyote paused as it hunted in a field but took off like a rocket as soon as I rolled down my window. Coyotes taking off, I understand. They get shot at a lot. But whitetails are just silly.