Meridian Magazine

29 November 2018

La Nebbia



It was mildly foggy this morning, enough to be eery but not hamper the commute. It made me think of two incidents from my distant past. The first time I really experienced thick fog was returning home to Orange from BYU for the Thanksgiving break in 1976. I'm pretty sure I was with Stuart Campbell and we dropped off a guy named Peter in Victorville. Then as we descended the Cajon Pass into the San Bernardino area we entered a very dense fog in the middle of the night. At times it was so bad we rolled down the windows to try to see the lines in the road. (We also found that headlights can actually make it harder to see through the fog but left them on so as to be seen by the other cars dumb enough to be on the road.)

I have another vague memory of driving south from the Fresno area at night (probably home from family camp) ?by myself? and encountering a similar situation. My recollection is that it lasted for a couple of hours and was SUPER dangerous.

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