The fog is still here. It's getting old.
Although the sun was shining upon my house, I could see the fog lurking just down the hill. Again, I took the cyclocross bike out, hoping to stay up high out of the murk. I made it about 10 miles before the fog crept in from the west and engulfed me. It felt like the temperature immediately dropped 20 degrees.
At first it wasn't too bad, but it became more and more dense as time went on. I altered my route to stay on back roads and headed home.
I can't see Russia from my house: