Visibility, less.
This, that and the other thing, the weather guy told me before the clock had hit 6 Thursday morning.
No snow, a bit of rain, temps still in the 40s. Not bad for late January, thought I.
Then he mentioned fog.
Hmm, I thought a little bit. The clock would arrive soon enough at the time to drive my dear wife Karen to her eye surgery center shift.
When I walked to the car and looked to each side of our driveway, I remembered all over again what fog meant. I could see a bit up and down the street …
I was glad the eye surgery center is quite close to our house.
Mark Bialczak 
We too have had fog… several real days of it!
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The challenge is real, Nance!
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I ran into some fog on my drive to work up twisty, turny Ilion Gorge, but it was not as thick as the fog my husband and I got lost in on Higby Road years ago, so I count my blessings.
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I recall some harrowing foggy drives on Route 20 when my home-to-work commute was Morrisville-to-Syracuse, Cynthia.
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Yeah, there are some bad stretches in CNY!
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On any other day it would be a lovely shot.
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It’s pretty enough, yes, ladysighs, when feet are on solid ground not driving the car.
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Lots of fog here yesterday, Mark. Very “atmospheric” to be sure. A bit eerie for January…!
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Soak it all up we must, Bruce!
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yes, exactly like it is here. I’ll be cautious driving to work today –
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Take it slow, Beth!
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