Frightful Fog

I was going to title this post "Foggy Friday," but only my head is foggy today (as usual). The foggy day was last Thursday, the day after Christmas, when Hubby and I were going to see his brother in Iowa.

It was a frightful fog. Thicker than pea soup fog. The only time I'd been in fog this thick was on Bokor Mountain in Cambodia last September.

And then Hubby took a wrong turn while I was having a short snooze. As we were navigating the backroads, trying to get back to the state highway, we saw these lights in the distance. 

Before long, the same lights were on the other side of the road. 

Yes, they were Amish horses and buggies. Out in this miserable weather. And we met or passed over ten of them in about a ten-mile stretch of that road. 

It was a bit ridiculous. I didn't think we should be out driving in this pea soup; I sure didn't think anyone should be out with a horse and buggy. There are many people out there who are more resilient than me. 

Have a good week, and drive safe if you're out and about.