Bean,

Your description of the fog from the school on the hill made me recall seeing an old horror film called, The Fog. There were lots of shots of fog rolling in just as you described--only in this film the fog was a killer.

I cannot remember how it turned out. Very foggy on that account. I tend to forget endings to thrillers and punchlines for jokes. I am sure there is some kind of psychological term for this kind of habitual blocking out.

Thanks for your theory. I doubt it would apply here because the interstate isn't traveled that much up around the farm and I wonder whether the little traffic there would heat up the road enough. Just a thought--you could be right since you're a scientist!!

The effect is positively chilling, however, as you speed down the interstate, but take a glance at the marshes on the right, a varitable cotton-eye of white with eery black arms of trees looking like bony fingers about to scratch their nails on a board. At high speed, that mass of white cotton and so many scary arms scratching really gets to me. Better keep my eyes on the road or one day I'll end up in the marshes!

Best regards,
WW