Fog

This morning I went with Tom to take Helen and Buddy the Dog up to Osseo to meet Jay who was coming down to pick them up and head back to Minnesober. It was foggy on the way up, dense in places, but I assumed it would get better as the day wore on.

WRONG! The hundred-mile ride back was the pits, and Tom chose to stay off the interstate, hoping the side roads would be easier to deal with. Even so, it was not fun and took much longer than usual. At one point a truck was driving right at us on our side of the road. Not sure what that was about, but he realized what he was doing in time to pull over into his own lane. Maybe he had just gotten off the interstate and didn't realize he was on a two-way road. At least he had his lights on and we saw him coming. Way too many people were driving without lights.

It turns out that fog closed down Interstate 90 east of Madison (we were north and west of Madison), and two pileups involved a dozen vehicles. Two people died in the accidents.

I trust it will be clear when I leave for Texas on Tuesday!