San Francisco’s summer fog is one of its main tourist attractions, and it really is very striking. Most people admire it from a viewing point above the Golden Gate bridge and watch it swirling around the bridge’s towers. They endure the buffeting of the wind blowing the fog through the strait and resonate with the vibrations of the cargo ships’ fog horns.
What you can’t see from the tourists’ photos, though, is that the fog is alive; it’s a beast creeping through the city at dawn
and at night.
It’s a living, pulsating wall between Marin and the city,
a wall that appears out of nowhere and sheaths the cars.
It pours itself over the hills and headlands, spilling into the valleys below like a waterfall or glacier.
It glows in the moonlight
and steals closer, threatening to overwhelm us and change the weather in an instant. One minute you’re standing in brilliant sunshine and the next you’re shivering and getting wet from the condensation of the fog where it brushes you – the fog-juice effect.
And since the photos really don’t show the dynamic flow of this stealthy, creeping beast, here’s a mini video of the fog pouring over the hills that gives a tiny taste.