Fog was horrible. Legs were horrible. Cleat on my right shoe kept coming loose after stopping to tighten it. I rode in the foggy dark for at least 30 of my 43 mile ride in today. Going through the mountain pass something - something huge - was running in the woods beside me and I couldn't tell what it was. First time, in a long time, I felt like a kid running home after watching a horror movie at a friend's house. Cars couldn’t see me too good. I could tell because they’d swerve around me on occasion. Yes, I’m lit and blinking and reflective, but the fog was that thick. Thank the Lord I made it safely.

Tomorrow is supposed to be worse so I’m driving.