Fog. The lucious vapor that grows our redwoods and cools our heels is flirting with us again this summer. It seems as though it's been years since we danced the fog dance as it appears, disappears and reappears above, around and within us like smoke from a neighbor's BBQ.
"It's like normal again," said one perspicacious lad, while noting the presence of a real Santa Cruz summer, "like in the old days." It's good to see you.
Summer fog: what drew all the folks from Fresno to Santa Cruz when the San Jaoquin Valley would heat up like a great frying pan. Many stayed and made the Cruz their full time home. Now they're your neighbors.
Everyone who surfs has her story of surfing in pea-soup fog, from not being able to see that monster wave that appeared from out of nowhere, setting up either the biggest wipeout of their life or an epic ride on a wave that would never have been attempted. My favorite is a session in the hole in the fog. From the beach it was a curtain of white, yet after paddling out and through it, we found ourselves at the bottom of a tunnel of light bobbing on the water while bathed in a most wispy circle of sun. It was as if we had found a secret spot only yards away from the rest of the world.
Here's to fog, and fog horns, key elements of the changing sights and sounds of living near the sea.
Check out the latest issue of Santa Cruz Waves magazine santacruzwaves.com. Lots of good info including an excellent article (Castles Made of Sand) on the why and how of displacement of sand from our beaches and the dire environmental consequences. Someone's paying attention!
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