Yeah, that was what my ski instructor told me that Monday: "I don't know how you could have missed it, there's a sign right there on the road...." Uh-hum.
The next time I did anything so dumb as to drive Wolf Creek in a Duster was the weekend I moved to Tucson in Spring of 1981. I drove my new RX-7 up the back side of Mount Lemmon in the Catalina Mountains because somebody told me there was a ski resort up there. Forgot to tell me there was a perfectly good paved road on the other side though
The "road" could be best described as assorted gullies punctuated by large boulders. When I told somebody at the store at the top how I got there, he said that was impossible, nobody could do it without 4WD. Oh well. I was taught how to drive in mountains by a geologist while I was at CU, practiced on some of the roads above Gunnison while we were on surveys. I am a lot calmer and gentler nowdays, hee hee.