On my morning walk, I found a number of fishermen trying to keep their lines in the water in the midst of a 20 mph north wind.
Between the wind and the sandblasting your legs took the only reasonable place to walk was in the surf, where the wet sand wasn't blowing as badly. My dog looked like a sandman when we got home since he preferred to chase all the blowing items everywhere on the beach. But the water is still warm, the sun is still fairly strong and temps continue to hover in the mid-70s. When I hear warnings of frost in some areas I still consider myself lucky to live at the beach.
