Light and Fog
The earth here is surrendering the moisture gathered during winter. This is the time of year for heavy fog and murky light. Morning walks with the dogs provide ample opportunity to look toward the fog shrouded mountains and ponder routes for the Vespa. I’m drawn to the mystery yet hold some rides at arms length while considering the risk. Usually I’ll find myself on the road in fog but sometimes I’ll be muttering that I should have stayed home.
Crossing the summit of Tussey Mountain vision was a problem; the fog itself shrouded the road, and the moisture gathered quickly on the helmet visor, both working to make me squirm a bit in the seat.Continue Reading