The sun pounds through the thin mesh of my Nike cap, scorching my scalp. Warmth blossoms up from my core, and the pulsing blood rushes to my face, tinting my skin pink. I hate the heat.
Hot weather from coast to coast. Northern California’s turn now. The San Francisco Bay area usually has temperate summers. Our natural cooling system, the ephemeral fog, keeps our mornings and evenings cool. This week, the dreaded high pressure system returns. Acting like a Kryptonite shield, the fog’s chilly entry is foiled and we bake.
The only local area immune to the high pressure hold is the small coastal town of Bodega Bay, about a twenty minute drive from Santa Rosa. One hundred degrees in Santa Rosa means seventy degrees or cooler in Bodega Bay. If you love cool, you head to Bodega.
A massive cloud of dewy fog lumbers over the golden hills above a popular beach spot in Bodega.
Cool Bodega fog
The fog’s eerie beauty shrouds the marsh and the nearby golf course.
Colors pop as the fog moves sylph-like over the landscape.
The sun and fog play hide and seek.
Natural air-conditioning rocks.