I had the spookiest drive into Boulder this morning. A thick layer of fog sat over the city, yet the Flatirons and above were clear. And the fog could be seen most of my very sunny drive. It was like a Stephen King novel came to life on Halloween.
Even spookier? When I crossed the overpass into Boulder, is was as sunny there as my drive had been. Where’d the fog go?
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