Okay here is a funny story that happened this weekend. We took some boy scouts on a "winter survival" campout. We really don't have much snow here. We made it up the canyon to about 6500 feet and found a nice little shaded area where there was still a foot of snow. Using shovels, the boys piled the snow up to make a "snow trenches" because there was no way to get enough to make caves. Some of the boys hiked down to the river to cut willows to bend over their trench for a roof. One boy just had to check out the ice on the Blackfoot River. He tapped with one foot, solid, then tapped with both feet and splash, in he went up to his hips. Luckily, the outside temp was nearly 60 degrees, the others quickly got the wet clothes off and shared their own layers to get dry back on him. In this situation, everyone had a good laugh (except the wet kid) and we had plenty of ammunition to teach some vital lessons.