All I can say is, that looks cold out there.
By evening the temperature dropped steeply and we sat around in our kitchen sharing stories, food, and hot drinks. At about 9 pm, when my thermometer read about 15 degrees, I decided it was time for bed and crawled into my cozy -20 degree sleeping bag. I had a great night of sleep, like usual. I sleep better in a tent in the mountains than I do in my own bed at home.
My one rationalization for hiking the low country on the coast is I’d never get any sleep in the real mountains anyway.