Friday, January 16, 2009

Turn on the windshield wipers!

In 1980 there was a horror movie called The Fog. It had zombie/mummy things coming out of a persistent fog, causing mayhem.

See, there's a couple of them up ahead.

We're having weather like that now. A dense fog sitting on top of us, day after day, refusing to burn off. It's chilly too, the temperature inching up and down between 1 and 3 degrees C.

What's stranger is that above the fog the air is warm, anywhere from 13 to 15 degrees C. If you go to the top of the ski hills on Vancouver's North Shore, you are in blinding sunlight, looking down on a dense mattress of fog smothering the city, save for the tops of a few of the tallest buildings. Aircraft descend into or leap up from it.

(As I type, a fog horn moans in the distance.)

Until the wind picks up to mix the air, or the sun becomes strong enough to have some effect, or the upper-level high pressure system that has caused things to stall in this weird configuration moves along, we're stuck with this murky weather and the fog-zombies. These pictures were taken today at a local blueberry farm, which on clear days provides vistas such as these.

My favourite memory of the movie, The Fog, happened during a scene in which the heroes were trapped in a car, or perhaps it was a small pickup truck, which because of previous mayhem no longer had a front windscreen. As the zombies approached the vehicle, which wouldn't start, someone in the theatre yelled out, "Turn on the windshield wipers!"


Karen said...

I never saw "The Fog" but the real thing seems here to stay too in Seattle. It never did burn off today. Ugh! My fav foggy film is "Dark Passage" with Humphrey Bogart as a San Quentin escapee. It's cheesy but fun.

mon@rch said...

love the fog! :)

swamp4me said...

Seriously? 1980? Man, where does time go...

Aunt Debbi/kurts mom said...

That movie line just cracked me up.

KaHolly said...

I so enjoy your blog! I love the fog. Living on the N. Atlantic ocean for part of the year, I have come to love being enveloped in the arms of the fog, like getting a big hug from Mother Nature. Here in Central Maine, it is as you describe and when the sun is rising in the morning, it casts an ethereal glow across the landscape.