We took a Monday morning stroll, but the weather was less Southern Californian, and a bit more Merry Olde England.

The fog was extremely dense, and I found myself asking "Why don't drivers of gray cars at dawn in the fog turn on their lights?!" Luckily we didn't have any incidents on the road or today's damp walking route.

This is fine for a walk, but a bit too close to salt water for living.

I prefer a few more yards of sand between me and the tides ... this is better.

We crossed over South MIssion from the bay to the ocean.

but as expected, the fog blanketed the beach there too.

As we returned to the car the sun was valiantly trying to break through

We saw this monstrous dog lumbering around the foggy park like a drunk stumbling around a nightclulb parking lot. This lady isn't his owner, but she knows his name is Gus and he's only 3 years old.
Cazalea