Being self-employed, my husband and I end up working on most of the federal holidays.  But we decided to actually observe MLK day and do something fun with our kiddos.  I’ve been craving Ocean Beach, so we hit the city.  It was one of those amazing San Francisco days – super thick, cool fog burning off by around 11 am to brilliant blue skies and sun – except, as we discovered, for the last 6 blocks as you near the ocean.  We drove right into a wall of fog, and it was pea soup on the beach – so dense that we couldn’t even see the ocean as we walked up onto the sand.

We could hear it, so we knew it was there, although even the sound seemed muffled by the heavy mist that hung in the air.

It was beautiful, mystical, and a little eerie.  Couldn’t have asked for anything better.