It gets misty

We missed the bus on the way to the skating oval.
"No matter" said my eight year old.  "It's better if we walk there."
"Oh yeah?"  I was a little skeptical, such long walks were not usually so enthusiastically endorsed.
"Sure.  It's close to your work and once I get to the hotel it all gets a little misty, a big blank white. I would like to know how to go there. On the bus I am not paying attention."
So, we walked.