As I was coming over the hill from Oak Harbor, I noticed a huge fog bank rolling over the tops of the trees from West Beach. Sunshine and wind in Oak Harbor, so I followed the highway up over the hill and down to the Prairie, where I turned up to the Cemetery and took these pictures. To the Right was the Strait of Juan de Fuca and the Olympic Penninsula, and to the Left is beautiful Mt. Baker in all of her shing glory! You can tell just by looking how quickly our weather changes here. The water in the Strait is right off the North Pacific, and when the cool breezes from the ocean mix with the warm air from the Mainland, FOG!!!! I Love it.
I came home, watered the roses out front, and then went to bed. Nothing good on TV, so I just lay there with my head sticking out the window, listening to the fog horns as the fog overtakes the Ferries and the Cruise Ships coming up the Sound from Seattle. BOOP, BOOP, BOOP! and then the echos as it bounces back from the land. I love it.
I woke up at 5:00 this morning and the fog was in the back yard, So I let Sadie out and just listened to the trees as the heavy fog hit their leaves. They wer gulping in the moisture like it was raining. I stayed awake for about 3 hours until It started to clear up and sun peeked over the Alders. Ah, the Joys of living in the Pacific Northwest.