For years, I have heard of this strange phenomenon called SNOW. The other morning, my wife was forcing (well asking) me to wash the dishes in our kitchen sink and out of the window, I noticed that the 10,000 ft San Jancinto mountain, famous for the Palm Springs Tramway, about 35 miles away, was absolutely covered with some kind of white stuff which extended 1/2 way down from the summit, a rare sight from down here in the rolling high desert hills.
I flipped on the local news, and to my surprise, there is was, 3 ft of snow at the top of the mountain. Hmmm, I wondered if it would be worth the drive of 70 freeway miles, and then ride the tram to the top. At least I could get a hot cinanmon roll and a cup of cocoa at the mountain top lodge...... Naw, that 35 dollar price tag is just too steep, and all that I would do is get my shoes and socks wet, freeze my bald head and suffer frost bite to my fingers, just to say that I was enjoying the frozen sights in the rarified air here in So Calif.
To my surprise, this morning, my car was covered with frost, and me without a windshield scraper, which I discarded 50 years ago, when I left the midwest. So, I threw a bucket of hot water on the glass, and it promptly shattered into tiny pieces............naw, just kidding. I know better than that, since I recall many years ago I froze my tongue to a fence post and my brother did an absolutely disgusting thing to unfreeze my tongue....ugh, I can still taste it to this day
So, lacking the funds and the urge to participate in such a fridgid undertaking, I elected to swing on by the local airport where I witnessed a bunch of 70 year olds, trying to set a record, by freefalling while engaging in a hands-on formation of the largest group to ever to so. Being a pilot, I just couldn't imagine jumping out of a prefectly good airplane, so I passed on that prospect as well.

Roly, glad those days are gone forever.