Kids in this part of California have never experienced the joy of missing school due to snow. Fog, on the other hand, is a different story.
We don’t get “regular” fog here. We get this dense soup known as Tule (TOO-lee) fog. My understanding is that it is unique to California’s Great Central Valley. It’s fog that forms from the ground up, not the sky down.
The sequence goes like this: it rains, the sun comes out and warms the wet ground just enough for some of the moisture to evaporate, it cools at night (but not too cold or we’ll just get frost), and then you wake up the next morning and you can’t see down the street.
We’re in the ‘burbs on the edge of town, but go just a smidgeon further into the fields and orchards that surround town and you can’t see the lines in the road. I have literally driven with windows down in hopes of hearing cars that I couldn’t see. One would think that people would slow down on the roads when it gets like this. Yes, one would think that. Does slowing from 80 mph to 70 count?
On days like this, schools in more rural areas start announcing their foggy day schedules. Usually this just means the start of school is delayed to allow buses time to pick up kids after the fog has had a chance to burn off with the rising sun. Sometimes that doesn’t happen, and so school is all but cancelled for the day since buses won’t be driven. A handful of kids that live closer to their school may be on campus (that is in “non-COVID” times, of course), but otherwise the day is a loss. The kids generally don’t mind.