Myself and a friend made the phenomenally stupid decision to camp in Shenandoah National Park just after snow and an ice storm. Everything, the road and the trees, was covered in a half-inch layer of ice. We expected it to be roughly 25 degrees... it dropped to somewhere around 10 and we weren't remotely equipped. But we survived! Anyway, the real amazing part to this is we got to walk through Shenandoah, with the trees slowly thawing as the sun rose. Hiking through a forest of crackling glass and the sound it made is something I'll never forget.

Casual conversation, tremendous tales, wine and beer [if requested in advance], wonderful wit, and general amusement.

Paintball, hiking, climbing, snowboarding, photography, painting, writing, drinking, camping. All the things!