And a few other places. One of my favorite snow stories I ever lived through and still love to tell is the one where my friend the Vampire and I raced Denver’s biggest blizzard since 1913, through the Rockies from one end of Colorado to the other and actually got to Denver first…in a Corolla. With no snow tires. And only one driver. (Me. The Vampire was from California and wasn’t used to driving in this stuff.)
Stay safe out there!