Honestly there are no conditions that will stop me from enjoying the woods. I love the cold and ice of winter. I love the heat and opressive humidity of summer. I find that as long as I don't set limits for myself I can tolerate pretty much any conditions. Yesterday I hiked 12 miles. It was windy and only got over 30 degrees in the exposed areas. I saw deer, squirrel, muskrat, and pheasant. In some of the small streams I crossed there were tiny brook trout, living in places that allow them to grow only as big as 3 inches. Think about that for a second. These fish are sometimes five or six years old and yet they are only half the size of a Farmington brown that is a year old. I spent some time along one of the big trout rivers in the area and though I had a rod in my pack, I knew there wasn't much sense in fishing. I heard barred owls, fisher, and a pack of coyotes. I was home around 6:30. The woods are enchanting at night.