Karl the Fog

I've followed Karl the Fog on Instagram for some time and laughed at the photos of the infamous fog that shrouds San Francisco pretty much all the time, often at unexpected times, and is unexpectedly absent at times when you'd expect it. Karl's commentary to go along with the pictures is what makes the pictures so hilarious.

Then I learned that Karl wrote a book, yes, from The Husband, and he again procured it from our local library and read it then passed it on to me. I started and finished it on July 10 (it's a quick "read").

If you've ever been plagued, tricked, foiled, chilled, welcomed, enveloped by the SF fog and you need a giggle, check out this quick little read.

One of my favorite (?) fog foilings was way back in undergrad at SF State University. It was a rare sunny and warm day in SF. I had classes in the morning, afternoon, and evening. It was hot in the morning, so I decided to wear shorts and a t-shirt and sandals to school. I ignored the SF clothing mantra "layers" and hopped onto Muni ready for my long day at school. I got to school and it was sunny and hot. I finished my morning classes and it was still sunny and hot. I went to the library to read and then went to the student union to eat lunch and when I came out the fog, the thick thick wet dripping fog had rolled in. It was COLD AS F&%K. I didn't have time to go home and get back to school for my evening class, so I shivered as I walked over to Stonestown Galleria and bought (on sale - I was a poor, starving student) a sweatshirt, pants, and socks to wear with my sandals (I couldn't afford shoes too), and bundled up for the last few hours at school. 

The fog situation can turn on a dime and freeze you when you aren't expecting it or cool you down when you most need it. It's a welcome and fickle beast.

If you've ever experienced the fog in SF, you'll like this little book.

Here are a few little screenshots from Karl's Instagram.