I’ve been to San Francisco quite a bit lately, and one of the things I’ve enjoyed about my visits is the fog. Typically, it seems to be very foggy in the morning, and then as the day progresses the fog burns off and rolls back. By afternoon, it is clear over the city, but as you look out past the Golden Gate Bridge you see the fog banks lurking out there, waiting patiently like a living thing, ready to roll back in and blanket the city once more.
We don’t have anything like this in flat, landlocked Columbus. On the few occasions we do have fog, it usually is a few pathetic wisps that cling to the low-lying areas — nothing like the thick, plush fog banks that you see in San Francisco.
Although I imagine driving in the fog is a pain for San Francisco residents and commuters, I think the fog makes the City by the Bay a more interesting, dreamy, mysterious place.