Ok, if you are a follower of this site, you know that I have begun traveling and reporting on my locations with photos. So, this is a very personal blog posting revealing a deep fear I have kept secret from you all.
My fear of traveling this summer is the cold weather. Yes, the COLD! Any temperature below 55-degrees, I am afraid to experience. Because of my beloved Southwest Florida where temperatures in the summer average 70-degrees at 2:00 am, my blood has thinned.
On, August 19, 2016, at 1;00 pm, the temperature was 57-degrees with moderate rain falling. I wore a pair of jean pants, a long sleeve cotton shirt, socks, tennis shoes, 3/4-lenght jacket, and cap.
Because of my clothing attire during the summer, my Florida beach bum certifications and status, were revoked.
I was a little depressed but warm as I drove away from the campground en route to lunch. I would have taken a selfie, but I was too embarrassed, cold, and it was raining.
Sadly, as I entered the restaurant, I wanted to ghost away.
During the night the temperature dipped below 45-degrees. At 3:35 am, I awoke to discover, I could not feel my face. I thought I was a ghost.