hi zev,
we never thought about the weather in terms of ruining it for the worldlies. we went up to the mountains every chance we got and played in the snow. there was one place in particular that was actually a dry lake bed and which was excellent for inner-tubing. then we would drive higher into the san francisco peaks and ride the ski lifts to the top and play some more. of course i was always curious as to what lay behind the next turn, so i went off the beaten path and sledded down and down and got my momentum going and hit a huge bump in the road and veered off into another direction and faster and faster i went. finally i stopped. i got up, brushed off the snow and knelt down to look at some little blades of grass growing through the snow. i thought wow that's pretty weird and as i tried to grasp them i realized they were actually the tops of pine trees far below me, and that i was at the edge of a cliff. that's when i realized how close i had come to oblivion. fortunately i found my way back after hiking for a while and calling out. i'm glad it was a bright sunny day. naturally my experience turned into an object lesson on what happens when you stray. sheesh.