My New Orleans born sister-in-law traveled to Maine to view a huge, largfely undeveloped lake surrounded by mountains. The views took her breath away and I thought my brother would be making his summer home in Maine.
The next morning she awoke, stepped out to get a better view of the mountains and could not return back to her room fast enough! Imagine, it was August and the temperature at 7AM was 40 in the Maine hills.
To Mainers, this was neither a surprise nor a discomfort. The quiet beauty and fresh air were everywhere. We dress for it!