It's a difficult thing for this once-upon-a-time beach bum. I mean there are beaches here. Lake beaches (what the sam hill is that, anyway?!) where the water feels like little cold knives stabbing you in the legs. It is nothing like
baking basking in the sun, taking in the parnorama of the endless sea of a Carolina beach while soaking your feet in its luke-warm salt water.
I mean, yeah, North Carolina winters are schizophrenic. One day it is 70, the next it could be snowing. But that's the beauty of it. It keeps me on my toes and allows me to have my summer apparel out all year long.