On the way to the airport to drop Sean off early this morning, we drove through fog so thick that along the unlit stretch of Stoughton Road north of Cottage Grove Road the car’s headlights barely reached beyond the front bumper; the road, the shoulders and everything beyond was black as the inside of a cow. When we got as far as the interchange with I-39 it was better-lit, but that mostly meant that we could see more fog; we weren’t exactly sure where we were and when the stoplights finally emerged, it was a bit of a surprise. B watched out the windows while I keep a close eye on the rear-view mirror, scared that a lead-footed driver with no sense of caution at all would come racing out of the fog behind us.

The fog thinned out a bit by the time we got to West Washington Avenue, but I was still disoriented enough that I turned down the wrong side of the divide and we found ourselves in the southbound lane of Stoughton Road. Luckily, there isn’t a hard median between them, so we crossed into the northbound lane without too much fuss.

There was more pea-soup fog out along the road that runs around the end of the airport runway, but the only traffic was crawling along the road as slowly as we were. When we finally turned at the light to the airport the fog was thinning out again, and by the time we said our good-byes to Sean and were on the road again, we could almost see far enough down the road to drive at normal speeds again.