I grew up in a hazy place.
"The Bay of Smokes" was smoggy before anyone brought a car here. The inversion layer in the atmosphere holds everything in, and the higher humidity near the coast adds a Vaseline glaze to the air. Most days the mountains are barely visible.
Twenty-six miles off the coast is Catalina Island. It's a small tourist destination for a day outing, and pleasure boats sail to its coves and isthmus. There isn't much on the island.
On a typically hazy Newport Beach day, the question is always: can you see Catalina? On the beach, or up on Cliff Drive, or at the top of the big escalator at the Fashion Island mall, there's a clear view of the Pacific. Does it just fade into blue-gray out there, or can you pick out the island?
As a kid I always wanted to see Catalina even when no one else could. I'd mistakenly pick out the Palos Verdes Peninsula north of us and my father would gently correct me, or I'd just pretend I could see it. I always wanted to see the island and was delighted whenever it was clear enough that the whole length of it, including the isthmus and the smaller secondary island past it, could be clearly seen. On very rare days when it was completely clear, Catalina looked alarmingly close. I remember on one such day asking my father if the island was coming closer. I must have been very young.
We had a 28 foot sailboat, just big enough to hold the family, and we sailed to Catalina many times. It's an all-day trip in a sailboat. We had access to moor at White's Landing in Hen Rock Cove. There are bison and wild pigs on the island, and I was languidly pursued by a bison once when I was about 9, terrifying me. But in general I loved our visits to the island and the cove.
The picture at the top is shot from the beach at Laguna, and Catalina is just barely visible. There's a gradient between two shades of blue-gray, and there's the island. The detail below might be easier to see:
There's your Southern California coastal haze, and there's the island. Can you see it?