I was going through some photos from the past years and I found a few from a trip to Yellowstone National Park. I shouldn't advocate this, but I skipped school one day to photograph the gorgeous snow that had fallen the day before. (It should be noted that I was 20 when I did this!) I had forgotten how gorgeous the roads looked that afternoon until I saw the photos again. I remember the freeing feeling of driving with no 'real' destination, occasionally rolling the windows down to let a blast of cold wind in.