I'm not doubting you one bit, I know it happens.
But it reminded me of a buddy years ago. He woke up to a fresh covering of snow, so threw on snow camo coveralls and headed for the woods. But it was one of those late fall, early winter days where the weather hasn't quite "committed" itself yet.
He said as soon as the sun broke over the ridge, all the snow was melted and gone in about 30 minutes. He said he toughed it out as long as he could, but finally gave up.
He said "Talk about feeling like you're standing out like a turd in a punchbowl". :eek2:
We laughed about it for years, usually around the first snow of the season!