The worst time during snow fall was when my sister in law lost control of her car over a frozen brigde and when she hit some dry pavement the car rolled several times. Fortunately she did survive but had a visit in the hospital.

I got lost on a mountain trail in Colorado. It started snowing and we lost site of the trail and we were already 3 hours into a hike up the mountain. We couldn’t find the trail again and soon realized we had no choice but to go straight down. Being a city boy I had no idea just how dangerous a decision that was as I was falling up to my neck into snow hole in and around boulders. We tried as best we could to stay on top of the rocks and it was treacherous going to say the least. It was getting dark now too and I was contemplating settling in for the night when we finally got low enough where we got out of the snow and eventually found a trail switchback 2 hours into our decent. Another 2 hours we got back to our car in the pitch black Colorado darkness. That was a scary time.

Having to make an emergency landing in a blinding snowstorm in rocky mountains that our map didn’t show, then being wordlessly led by Tibetan guides many miles up an icy, wind-swept mountain until finally, finally we stumbled through a narrow pass into an unbelievably beautiful, temperate-climated place shielded on all sides by high mountains. It was called Shangri-La.

Oh wait! That was a wonderful old movie I saw a few nights ago called “Lost Horizon.”

I was driving home with my boyfriend from Telluride to Boulder (like an 8 hour drive)....we were coming up on Vail pass when it started dumping snow. We were tired, we were missing one headlight (or else it was covered by snow, it was weird because it had been working before but stopped when all the snow started) and it was dark out…you couldn’t see 2 feet in front of you. But we were scared to stop driving because we didn’t want to get stranded overnight on the side of the interstate…...I still don’t know what the best thing to do in that situation is. I was driving at the time but refused to once it got really bad, so I just cried while he drove, positive I was about to die. I don’t freak out easily either, but it was really terrifying.

My car spun out,jumped a ditch and landed on top of a grassy knoll.Yes,grassy knoll

When I was younger I drove a snowmobile into a deep ditch. One of my friends was with me, and we couldn’t get it out. After a while someone driving by stopped and helped us. There was no damage to the snowmobile, so I never told my dad. I guess it wasn’t so bad after all.

Another time, more recently, I was staying the weekend somewhere about 3 hours away when a snow storm hit. I left at 2pm and I didn’t get home until after 9. It was a slow, nerve racking, stressful drive. Something I never want to do again.

Well, this will sound insane but it’s totally true. My ex had just bought new hubcaps. For some reason, I was driving down a snowy, icy street. He said, “the brakes are fantastic on this truck. I want you to see how great they are so slam on the brakes!” I did. The truck rammed into the curb and he screamed at me that *I had ruined his new….. I’m furious thinking of it now. Such a sicko.

One winter I before I could drive, I was walking home from the movies with my younger brothers. We were walking up the street and we passed this guys house. The guy comes running out of his house with a baseball bat and accuses me and my brothers of throwing a snow ball (either at him or his car).. we didn’t do this. But he insisted that we all take our shoes off (in the snow) so he could “check” the foot print to confirm if it was us. We wouldn’t take our shoes off because the guy was crazy enraged and we knew he would probably plant a shoe print.

The worst part of this ordeal is that when we got home, my dad thought I did it and he got mad at me… this was shortly after my mom died so he was really stressed out, but he totally didn’t even listen to what happened he just assumed I did it.

I’ve only seen snow a couple of times so I don’t have any insane stories, but a friend and I went sledding one time up in Tahoe years ago, and she accidently broke her tailbone after sledding off a little hill we created in the snow. It was hell getting her down off the mountain.

Coming down from the summit of a Scottish mountain in snow I got caught in a near whiteout and lost the route. I went extremely carefully as there were cliffs in three directions. I kept returning to the summit to start again and every attempt led to more cliffs. It was a bit scary, but I persevered and found the route and eventually the path. The moral of the story is always carry a compass.

Nothing major – the car spinning about a bit.

Getting my car sandwiched between two cars in a multi-car pileup on a bridge. Luckily, no-one was hurt but my car was totaled. When the second impact came I thought, Oh shit – this is not going to be good.”

1967. I parked my police car at the top of a hill, in order to slow down the traffic on the ice and snow. At the bottom of the hill were three jack knifed tractor-trailers and four crashed autos. The outside temperature was about 15 above and the wind was blowing at about 20 mph. It was a nasty night. I saw a break in the traffic, so I sat down inside my police vehicle to warm up and have a drink of coffee. No sooner had my coffee cup hit its holder in the vehicle, when coming down the road was a tractor-trailer running at about 45 to 50 mph. He came up on me so fast, that I did not have time to exit my police car. The truck driver hit his brakes and began sliding sideways. I knew we were about to crash. I laid down on the front seat of my police car and covered my eyes with my left arm. The crash was tremendous. My car was knocked off the road, down an embankment and rolled upside down. I was knocked unconscious for about three minutes. When I awoke, the tractor-trailer was at the bottom of the hill and crashed into the autos there. I knew I had to do something. My 12 gauge shotgun was aimed squarely between my eyes. I crawled out a side window and began running down the icy hill. I slipped and slid all the way down the hill, on my rear. Other officers were working crashes at the bottom of the hill. I finaly came to a swirling stop and approached the hit and run truck driver of my vehicle. He denied any involvement of hitting my police car. I walked back to the right rear of his trailer and ran my hand up inside the trailers wheel well. Out came Metro blue. I placed him under arrest.

When I was 11 I was out playing with my older brother, (who at the time was a big douche to me, so I don’t know why I wanted to try to be cool with him and his friends, but) we were outside after a fresh 2 or 3 days snow fall and I jumped off of a large snow back into the untouched snow. I was nearly buried in it. It was up to the middle of my chest and I couldn’t get out of it. They left me there to struggle my way out. After probably 20 mins I got out and went back to the house to warm up. My skin was flaking and dark red. I imagine any longer and I would’ve had frost bite.