I went up twice -- once in 83, once in 85 (thence on to Guadalupe Peak). Wore shorts both times. I recall my legs got pretty sunburnt on the latter trip, and the way back through the brush was absolutely agonizing.
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe