I awoke this morning to the TV weatherman saying that there was a bit of fog, but with a visibility of a quarter mile. Upon leaving the house around 6:15 or so, I found that he was correct.

Until I crossed the river, that is.

The fog was rolling so thick north of the James that I had to drop down to around 10 mph in order to dodge potholes/road debris/parked cars. It was a totally un-nerving experience, especially when I hit the idustrial area in the northside with all the tractor trailers leaving on thier morning runs. Yeesh! It was definitely one of the few times I felt totally unsafe on the roads, despite my lights, reflective vest, and reflective tape.