Sunday, March 2, 2008

I had errands in Manzanita on Thursday and thought it was a good day for errands since the mist was pea soup thick.  People remarked that "you couldn't even see the Rock"--Haystack Rock, 263 feet high, pretty hard to miss.  Off I went in search of hinges and Wanda's baked goods.

Then, on the cliffs of the Coast Range in Oswald West State Park, it all changed.  Here was the blue sky, the warm sun, the perfect spring day people on the shores below WANTED to have.  The experience of being in an airplane came to mind as this low-lying cloud stretched into the horizon.  Warm air plus cold water; rolling fog banks, rolling waves...  

I (and many others) pulled over to take photos as proof that the day wasn't nearly as bad as it seemed.