One of the things I love most about getting out of town during the winter is the welcome escape not only from frigid temperatures, but also from the monotony of the color palate this time of year. White snow is blindingly stunning when fresh, blanketing the city in soft, cottony drifts.
Soon after the snow falls, however, in a city as by as mine, the snow is decimated by salt and gravel. Dirty cars and sander trucks run through it, reducing the crisp white to shades of brown and gray.
But only a mountain range and a treacherous, ice-filled, 12 hour drive away, the coast awaits me. Who wants to join?