Late afternoon light over the Rogue Valley, helping burn off the fog for a few hours.
Nope, this was not today, but a few weeks back. The passengers in the car might recognize it now, but I know they were wondering why we pulled off the road so quickly that afternoon.
Today was cloudy and snowy on this same stretch of road. Still nice, since it meant that Goddess and I were able to get out in the forest with the snow gently falling through the trees.
Nice and quiet.
That was a great thing, especially with our experiences in town today, both leaving and coming back. I joked with Goddess that I was pretty sure that we were just characters in some video game and that we had a big marker floating over our car that prompted drivers to pull out in front of us, without clearance, and win a prize.
An inaccurate description of what’s going on here. Not completely, because those are, in fact, trees. But that’s not smoke, just fog in the valley below and lifting out of the trees after a brief warming by sun.
I heard the phrase “tree smoke” years ago to describe this and have always liked it. It’s interesting when it’s several trees like this, but a lot more interesting when it’s a single tree in a stand of trees. That always makes me wonder about the microclimate around that single tree and the myriad physical processes that make that unique occurrence.
But sometimes I look and just enjoy the beauty of it.
Overlooking the Rogue Valley, Jackson County, Oregon, from the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT), approximately mile 1,746.5, at about the same time that “The Whiz” was given her trail name.
And now that it’s December, it’s time for WordPress to include the falling snow. That makes your visit to this site a little bit more entertaining, especially once you realize that the snowflakes will chase your cursor as they fall.
After a week of temperatures above 100°F (38°C), albeit with low humidity (which is lovely) and a couple of weeks before that out east where the temperatures weren’t quite as high, but the humidity made it much worse, we decided it was time for a respite.
So we headed to the coast, which is just a few hours away.
It was a great call, even if it was for one night.
Down there, the temperature never got above 60°F (16°C) and the persistent fog and low clouds meant that we didn’t see the sun. It really was a nice change.
And I got to spend time with my feet in the ocean.
That is very good for this soul.
For a few hours in the afternoon on the first day, when this image was captured, I may or may not have had a Blondie song from 1980 playing in my head. Just something to keep the mind flowing as I kept finding scenes that made me smile.
But that smile might have been from the cool water rushing around my legs and the sand between my toes.