There Goes the Sun - Fog Rolls into the Salinas Valley

Toward the end of the Red Cross golf tournament a pea souper came pouring up the valley from the Pacific. The late afternoon sea breeze carried the clammy mist as if in buckets. The low hanging clouds were reminiscent of a flight through cumulus on a summer day. The vapor condensed on everything about me. This is a phenomina unique to California in my experience.