You "fair weather" brothers are missing all the fun...
Try the same trails in -25 temps with about 3 feet of snow - that'll make a real man out of you...
Let me explain...
The first thing you have to do is try to get your truck started.
If you are successful, then you have to get it to engauge into 4 wheel drive. If all that goes well, you are half way home...
The next step is to brush off all the snow that you have up to about your waist so that once the heater starts working you don't end up soaking wet when the heater starts working and being soaking wet with 4 layers on is no fun - trust me, long johns and doubled pants all wet can rub you in places you didn't even know you had - and getting to them to itch or anything else is about impossible.
You also don't want to fog over the inside windows - becasue they will frost over and you can't see a thing - all day...
Then, once you are inside the vehicle - it is running, all is good - you look out the windows and realize that you forgot to scrape them, so it is back out to do that. Then is when you discover that the ice is so hard that it will not give way. You chip and scrape for a while and finally get a hole large enough - right near where the defroster is starting to do its job - and you repeat the getting the snow off everything process...
Finally, you are ready to drive away - and with your neck craned at an almost impossible angle you try to avoid hitting your wife's car in the driveway next to you becasue you can't see out any of your windows, except for that little spot you cleared on the windshield.
You back up blind - and the tires spin - you rock back and forth in ever increasing frenzy and finally plow a path backwards so that you can get out of the driveway. Then you blast into the road - which has been somewhat plowed, but only enough to create HUGE ruts made of a curious mixture of super-frozen ice, snow, and slush from the gobs of salt that have been thrown down.
On the way to the road, you get hung up on the huge pile of snow that the plow deposited overnight at the end of your driveway - and you discover that it is hard enough to high center the truck - so you go back to vigourous rocking and smashing the throttle only to break free and head right for the neighbor's mailbox - and now your can't stop becasue you have rocketed out on a surface that is slippery like snot and that only allows you to go forward at ever increasing speeds - no matter how hard the brakes are locked up...
You say, "Oh well, just have to replace another mail box," (that is a regular thing anyway - if you dont' get it, the snow plow will) and you drive on only to have to fight with every other idiot in town that is trying to do the same things you are.
Imagine a bunch of people all dressed in at least 4 layers of clothing, scarfs around their faces, windows all frosted over, slipping and sliding around, none being able to stop when they want, but each able to go forward at speeds too fast for conditions - sort of like bumper cars at the fair...
Then, you finally make it to the trail head - after a couple of cups of coffee - and then you have to go... You know what I mean - you have to go NOW...
You start peeling layers and unzipping stuff, all the while cursing your genetics for not allowing you to be built like John Holmes - it is difficult to get the proper equipment all the way through 4 variously aligned and stacked portals to make yellow holes in the snow and once you do find yourself succesful, you almost wish you hadn't - becasue that thing freezes easy and your fingers are COLD...
Finally, your windows are cleared somewhat - and you head into the woods - all the while knowing that you should have just stayed home and watched the Packers on TV. You spend the day plowing through snow up to the top of your hood - glancing off trees - sliding forwards and backwards down hills that in the summer time are just bumps in the road - you decide not to do the rocks becasue you have already had to winch off the regular "easy trails" at least 10 times, and finally you make it to the other side - and head home for a bowl of hot chili...
Now THAT is fun!
(Guess you gotta be from up nort' to appreciate it...)