I was originally going to title this post, “F is for Fake News,” when I read that 77% of Americans who participated in a Monmouth University poll said that traditional TV news networks and newspapers were involved in reporting “fake news.”
But then I decided, in the interest of controlling my blood pressure, I would post about something far less controversial: foghorns.
I live in San Francisco, which is located on a peninsula bounded on the west by the Pacific Ocean and on the north and east by the San Francisco Bay. My house is almost equidistant from the ocean and the bay — about three miles from each. At night, when I’m walking our dog, I can hear the haunting sounds of foghorns as ships pass through the Golden Gate.
The Golden Gate is a strait that connects the San Francisco Bay to the Pacific Ocean. It is defined by the headlands of the San Francisco Peninsula to the south and the Marin Peninsula to the north. Since 1937, the strait has been spanned by the Golden Gate Bridge.
The Golden Gate is often shrouded in fog, especially during the summer. Heat generated in California’s central valley causes air there to rise, creating a low pressure area that pulls in cool, moist air from over the Pacific Ocean. Because it’s the largest break in northern California’s coastal mountains, a dense, persistent stream of fog enters the bay from the strait. It’s hauntingly beautiful to hear the lonely blaring of the foghorns each night.
Below, you can see a mesmerizing time-lapse video of the fog rolling over the Golden Gate Bridge. (Note: there is no sound in this video clip.)