Highway 395 had thick fog and serious accidents so the southbound traffic was rerouted down OLS Highway 395... there it is, crawling along at a snail's pace thru the thick soup.
As the morning progressed the fog began to lift and we could gaze at the magnificent High Sierras once more.
Not only did the fog drop in from above but the heat from the highway added a little steam of it's own
The water fall continued to flo thru it all... still, it looked cold to me. The pond was very still and the reflections bright
There were quite a few geese flying around today with an occasional landing taking place
Finally back to the cabin all tucked in amoung the sparkling trees