Serendipity is my friend.
Before I first saw San Francisco, I never knew it is called Fog City. A friend who lives in the city tells me that until she was 14 she didn't know the sun shone 300+ days a year 20 miles down the road.
Earlier today I was following my nose south of the Presidio and eventually headed up to Twin Peaks. It was one of those foggy / not foggy days, with waves of fog cascading over the hills, and leaving the city (mostly) sunny.
Once, I was on I280 going north through San Bruno. The temperature dropped 10 degrees F in only a mile. Localised weather... love it!
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