Castro Crest, California was lost for another morning, tamped deep into the marine layer. They couldn’t see it from Latigo Canyon Road.
An impromptu hike got them out of the little house on Kanan Dume Road.
“And I don’t plan to get caught,” Caroline muttered to no one in particular.
“I’m borderline invisible. They can see me, but what they think they see doesn’t exist. I’m too many different people, all bundled up in one. I can be seven women, seventy women, they have no idea. We can all be borderline invisible. We’ve all got masks, disguises wrapped together and piled on top of each other.
“We become the fog. We’re already gone.”
On their impromptu hike, they vanished into the silver marine layer.
It was wrapped like a soggy beach blanket around Castro Crest, California.
