| Early morning temperature inversions permit any | | | | Dew droplets forming on the windscreen increasingly |
| body of water to release excessive moisture. On a | | | | blow onto the visor of your helmet. Lateral blown |
| morning ride in river country, the air feels cool yet | | | | dew persist creating damp feet as moisture seeps |
| clinging wet interspersed with wisps of layered fog. | | | | into your boots. Soon boots and gloves are dripping |
| These wisps increased when passing the last low | | | | as if riding in a heavy rain. |
| point over the river just before ascending toward a | | | | You try to keep the car ahead in sight but it is hard. |
| plateau. | | | | The mind races, blinker lights are turned on, all lights |
| Ghostly shaped wisp shimmer in the morning sun as | | | | are on, speed attempts to match the one car you |
| passing vehicles create currents of air pulling the mist | | | | can see. You glance over your shoulder to see if |
| in alternate directions. This is a peaceful and beautiful | | | | anything is visible behind you. Nothing appears; when |
| part of the day. The serenity ends without warning | | | | you glance forward again, the car is gone. |
| when you find, The Wall. | | | | Immediately you cover the brakes, which came |
| The Wall | | | | uncovered when you turned to look backward. The |
| Without warning a solid wall of dense and motionless | | | | lights ahead reappear as you feel the bike move |
| fog stretches across all lanes. The sunlight, which | | | | through a small gully. |
| moments earlier played through ghostly layers of | | | | It is a small moment of relief. Then the doubt, fear, |
| mist, becomes a silver disk. Moving upward on a | | | | concerns, and nags return to your consciousness, |
| mountain will often allow fog to thin, but not this | | | | what to do? |
| time. The higher, the denser the cloud as the sun | | | | The Solution |
| vanished and gradually a feeling of loneliness | | | | For those who have found themselves in a position |
| descends. | | | | such as presented above it is a lonely time. Usually |
| The taillights of the truck ahead, disappeared shortly | | | | many solutions run through your mind as places of |
| after entering the fog. You are alone, immediately | | | | sanctuary but usually those just are not in reach. You |
| reducing speed to compensate for the limited visibility. | | | | have to know all possible options to keep you safe |
| Aware suddenly of the disoriented sensations, you | | | | and not extend the potential for harm. In this case |
| glance down at the tank to reorient yourself and | | | | not being there in the first place is the place to start. |
| then safety concerns start to surface. No sounds | | | | In piloting an airplane, a careful check of weather |
| reach your ears except the muted wind noise in your | | | | conditions now, during the flight and at the |
| helmet. | | | | destination must be included in your flight planning. It |
| There is fear in this environment. The thoughts of a | | | | is one of the most important segments of any |
| careless driver climbing your back nags at your mind | | | | cross-country flight. In riding a motorcycle, having a |
| as you peer haplessly into the shroud. The shoulder | | | | grasp of weather conditions is equally important. Do |
| of the road is narrow and provides no greater | | | | not ride into danger due to not knowing the danger |
| protection than staying on the road and moving in | | | | exist. Finding your way out can best serve by not |
| the proper direction. | | | | getting there in the first place. |