Then you look at the temperature and think eh…45 isn’t that bad. We’ll survive. That will be the moment the wind whips up and sleet starts hitting you in the face.
Then you look at the temperature and think eh…45 isn’t that bad. We’ll survive. That will be the moment the wind whips up and sleet starts hitting you in the face.
I don’t mind the chill it just seems to come at the last second every year. 70° on the 30th, then 30° on the 31st. Then it will hit 80° again in November… Jack Frost is a bitch.
Same happened in Salem one year. Snowed on the 30th and 70F on the 31st.