Opened my hotel room door in Beaver, UT this morning to walk the 100 yards to the greasy spoon across the street for breakfast, and couldn't see the greasy spoon because of the wall of white.
I'd love it if I wasn't leaving today and could just hang out and enjoy it, but this road trip killed me on timing. I had snow storms in Nevada on the day one drive last week, and now snow at the end.
I also said to myself a couple of weeks ago, "Ben, you're not doing any 4 wheeling on this trip, so put the highway miles on the old tires and get the new ones when you get back." Oh well.
Somebody told me that you can drive 80mph in 4WD and be invincible and stop on a dime, so I might try that today on I-15.