Fog thick as Pea Soup

The last few days have been full of fog, great rivers of undulating white streamers of fog crashing up the banks of the Columbia River Gorge like big waves at the beach during times of high tide and winds.

Driving around the Bald Mountain turns on Highway 141 out of White Salmon tonight was like driving through split pea soup. It reminds me so much of childhood when we would have a lot of fog. My dad would call it split pea soup so thick you could cut it with a knife, he said. When a car comes to wards you through the thick fog, you hardly see them at all until they’re almost level with you. The fog travels in fingers of undulating White up from the rivers below, and you will suddenly break out of the fog into perfect clear, then dive back into white so thick it’s hard to see your hand in front of your face. There is something so mysterious and beautiful about fog this thick, as though you could come out of the fog bank into a different time or place, a different world

Over the Fog sunset_4799-5 December 28, 2o13 looking west down the Columbia River Gorge from White Salmon, WA
Fog and Mitchell Point_0420-1 Mitchell Point near Hood River, Oregon on a foggy day in early December
Frost&Fog_4719-2 Looking up at the frostline December 27 at the East end of Bingen
MtHood_Lenny_4733-1 Mt Hood with a saucy Puss in Boots style hat with a large weather. December 27

Fog_0ver_HoodRiver_4760-1 Fog&Frost_4716-1

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