The first time I saw Mt. Tamalpais in the U.S. years ago, a soupy fog shrouded the mountain. Then, the Sun made a brief but brilliant appearance, dispelling the fog. The mountain seemed to burst out of the surroundings in a spike of energy. Likened to a sleeping lady by Native Americans, numerous tales, possibly apocryphal, revolve around Mt. Tamalpais. With the Pacific Ocean on one side, and the San Francisco bay on the other, Mt Tam is a microcosm of many climates, with the fog descending upon it at a regular frequency. Read the rest of the article in the Hindu here.
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