I was driving up White Wolf Grade, near Arvin early in December when the setting sun lit up the fog. Dare I pull the "it was better in person" gag again? Well, it was. The air was a cross between rose and gold.
"If you look at a thing nine hundred and ninety-nine times, you are perfectly safe; if you look at it the thousandth time, you are in frightful danger of seeing it for the first time." -G.K. Chesterton