Only in Colorado once. I was with my dad and his buddies hunting Elk. It was unusually warm for the season of winter. We headed up into mountains in a 30ft. rv and towing an international scout. Set up camp and headed to bed to be up early and do some hunting. The snow had fallen over nite to about 4 1/2 foot deep. We were stuck up there for 3 days before being located by chopper and 12 hours later a large snow cat with snow blowing attatchment had cleared a path for us to get back down the mountain. When I was there , I was 16 years old. I am 52 yo today and I remember that week like it was yesterday. Death was not knocking on my door, but It had crossed my mind a few times.
