Some people think I’m strange when I say that I love the fog. I mean it. I really love the fog. Sacramento gets some nice Tule fog that can cover much of the valley this time of year. Yes, I understand that it’s dangerous for drivers, but I think it’s also beautiful and comforting.
The fog here, named after the grass-like Tule plant (and Tule Elk by association) that is common in the wetlands, isn’t your normal Bay Area style fog that moves at a higher level. Tule fog coats areas in a thick layer that sits until temperatures rise and burns it off. With visibility as low as ten feet, it’s the leading cause of weather-related fatalities in California.
So, what is it about this lethal blanket of moisture that I love? When I look out the window into our backyard and I can’t see my neighbors, I feel secluded. When I drive through the city and I can’t see the billboards and advertisements, everything looks cleaner. When I can only see a car or two around me on my commute to work, I turn down the radio and I’m alone with my thoughts. It’s mostly like being wrapped up in a comfy blanket.
I was curious if I was the only one who loves the fog, and I’m happy to find that I’m not alone. It seems that everyone I admit my enthusiasm to tells me, in one way or another, how weird that is. Some people are direct and some just repeat my statement in a question (“You love the fog?”), yet others feel the need to inform me about how dangerous it can be. Yes, I’ve driven in fog so thick that visibility was almost completely eliminated, I lost track of the tail lights in front of me, and I had to slow to a crawl and follow the line on the highway. I know the dangers of which they speak.
I’ve grown up with Tule fog, I’ve experienced the dangers of it, and I still catch myself with a huge grin when I walk out the door and can’t see the house across the street. Life seems to slow down, there are fewer distractions with more peace and quiet.
Are there any more fog fans out there?

