It was a melting Sunday morning. So we drove as west as we could go from Petaluma, which meant we ended up in Point Reyes. After 30 minutes of cows and creameries and vacant pastures, the fog crept into our open car windows. We kept them rolled down, enjoying the chill and moisture on our faces. Eventually we ended up at the Point Reyes Headlands where there's a lighthouse perched at the edge of some coastal cliffs. The ocean was below us but we couldn't see 10 feet in front of us. We had been swallowed up by a giant vast cloud.