Freezing fog frosted the landscape this morning. Lots of variations in the roads; some were clear, some were wet, and a half mile looked like it had had a quarter inch of snow. I don't know if it was there (either light snow or frost falling off the trees), or just the cold fog along the ride, that I collected a fine dusting on the front of my panniers, jacket, water bottle, and gloves. And maybe my glasses, though that melted.

The fog made me aware of a couple things. First is how nice it is to turn your lights on in low visibility (especially when everyone seems to drive gray or black vehicles!). The second is how far ahead I'm used to seeing. I've been riding this route for 20 years, and I know it forward and backward in sunshine, rain, and dark. But today, with visibility down to about a block, I was lost until I saw the bike route sign. I don't know if my autopilot flipped off unexpectedly, or I'm just used to seeing houses (or lights in the dark) for 2-3 blocks, but things looked much different in the fog.