It may have been the middle of August, but I would have been lost without my Columbia fleece jacket as I walked the beach at Ocean Shores in Washington. The air near the coast carried a good chill and the water coming in from the Pacific was freezing…that is, the few times I allowed it…
Those walking past us were wet…really wet. I tugged my socks off, knowing we would be going through water. I’d rather deal with wet creek walkers instead of wet socks and shoes. As I leaned up against the car and observed the people walking by, our friend began laughing. Almost hysterically. I knew there were…
