When I was a kid, It didnt matter if it was summer or winter. I spent as much time as I could camping in the woods. I would have my parents drive me out, drop me off and come back in a couple of days and pick me up.
I remember this one time it got so cold that my friend and I decided to go home early as we were spending all our time just trying to keep warm. In those days, a down sleeping bag was a luxury that none of my friends could afford, so all we had were cheap bags stuffed with a couple of pounds of kapok and lined with a wool blanket.
My mother wasnt due to pick us up until the next day, but we didnt want to spend another night so we decided to pack up and hike about five miles to a phone and call her to come get us.
That was easier said than done because our tent, an army surplus pup tent, had frozen and we couldnt fold it up. We had to drag it along behind us like a sheet of plywood. We were in fairly thick forest so we were constantly getting hung up on trees and brush. We finally made it to the road and were laying there exhausted when a truck came along and gave us a ride to the little store where the phone was.
I remember how great it felt to get home take a hot shower and sit in front of the stove and put my feet in the oven. We later found out that it had gotten down to 18 below zero. I never cared much for winter camping after that.