It's 4:30 in the morning (don't ask) and I'm looking out the windows when I see what I think is smoke. Thinking that a neighbor's house is on fire I grab some pants and head outside. But instead of smelling smoke, it smells like winter. It's the freak'in marine layer just dancing and bobbin along about 200 feet up. WTF! I live in Elk Grove, and it's August, and it's 80 miles to the nearest ocean.