This morning I stepped out of my van wearing lightweight nylon pants and a t-shirt, mesh sneakers with no socks. I was comfortable. Sure it was a little on the cool side—according to my thermometer it was 53 degrees. I’ve become acclimated.
It helps that there’s no wind in the campground. I imagine if I climbed over the dunes to the beach I’d have a different story.
I feel a little smug, though, when I see fellow campers wearing their fleece jackets and warm hats. Wimps.