One of my favorite things about living in the Northwest is how everything seems here seems to exist in its own microcosm. How you can be socked in a gray pall, nothing but pearly fog in every direction—unless you find a tall enough hill to climb. As you near the top, the light changes, sun filtering through in rays, until you reach the top—and find a whole different world waiting.
Ghost domes 
Forgotten canyon 
Twists and turns
Chandler sometime when it’s very foggy go ride the BIG Ferris wheel …. That is quite the experience going in and out of fog … Now you see the city! Ooops now it’s gone … Oh there it is again! Quite a trippy trip!
Yeah!! I never thought of that—I’ll have to keep an eye out for the perfect type of foggy day for that…
You are amazing! I found you through Frankie Magazine — I will visit your blog often.