I got up this morning, and looked for the sunrise. The sun was the scariest ever … it was like late evening near the aegean, with super hot temps. But, it wasn’t hot, just smokey:
Can’t see the sun there? Here’s a close-up:
When I stepped out to take the shots, I thought, “Boy. Is this gonna suck.” I got out side, and voila:
AIR!
I couldn’t believe it. There was real, clean good air. The winds had shifted to the west, and the fog had come part way in. It was a miracle! I ran around opening every window and door I could. The breeze was strong and chilly, and sitting at my desk, my hands got blue from the cold. I didn’t care. There was AIR!
One Hour … Two Hours … Three. It was yummy. The fog came in further and further, and I thought, “I’m going to be able to breathe today!”
The huge gust of smoke came in the window. I damn near spewed my coffee on the keyboard.
The winds had shifted to the North. The breeze had not slowed at all, just shifted. Now the smoke was barrelling down on us. In one dramatic shift, everything changed. It went from being a gorgeous corner of the world again, to the worst smoke day in Sausalito this season. As I rewrite this blog – which I’m doing because once again WordPress’s software isn’t publish, and *is* crashing – I can no longer see further than about 1 mile. Angel Island – visible in the pictures above – is all but gone now.
<sigh>
