Last week, after Christmas, Erin and I visited our fabulous friend Shelly and her family in the lovely North Carolina mountains near Asheville. After a great day of bumming around Asheville, we were all thrilled when it started snowing! You piedmont-dwellers know how it is: with so few chances for snow in Chapel Hill, snow almost always feels extra magical.
That is, it felt extra magical until we began driving home from Asheville on windy, unsalted mountain roads. Continue reading