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The forces of fog advance toward the house. |
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Hoarfrost on Gambel oak. |
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Yesterday felt like a clash of the weather titans. When I woke up, the air was foggy and the temperature about 20° F. I put on a warm jacket and took Fisher on the road climbing into the national forest. In little more than two hundred yards we had climbed out of the fog, and at the top of the first low ridge, it felt twenty degrees warmer.
All day, a warmer westerly breeze fought the fog advancing up from the plains. (Sort of like the California coast if you substitute the High Plains for the Pacific Ocean.) In the end the fog was triumphant, giving us something that we see only once or twice a year — hoarfrost.
Today the sun broke out, illuminating the frost.
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The driveway. |
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Mixed pines and juniper. |
If I had taken the last photo an hour later, I would have heard the Clock of the Cranes — a flock of sandhill cranes overhead, the first of the season here that I have heard.
They were at Monte Vista NWR a few days ago, where they will be "
Celebrating Spring in the Valley of the Cranes" next weekend, March 7th–9th.
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