Whenever a winter storm hits, we take to the backroads and explore. I’m not sure how this tradition started or why we’re so obsessed with it. When most are inside snuggled on couches and sipping cocoa, we’re climbing unplowed hills with our knobby tires through snowy forest cathedrals.
Is it the freedom? The tradition? The feeling of taming Mother Nature?
I’ll never be sure.
But I know I’ll be back.