Still have fond memories of skiing Saddleback some time in the mid-eighties on a day that chased most people off the mountain. Wind chills were certain below zero at the base and well below up high. I loved being out in it though and then we had some nice squalls blow in later in the afternoon. At one point it was just me and a ski patrol riding up the T-bar to the summit. They were probably worried I'd get in trouble.