When I moved here almost three years ago, I would drive in different directions on Route 66 just to see where it would take me. Route 66 drops off and picks up at various points in southern California and driving east from my location, it runs smack into the San Bernardino Mountains. It was in that direction I drove one chilly, rainy morning earlier this week and eventually, ended up in a blizzard! I couldn't stay long even at this low elevation without renting snow chains, but it was an unexpected joy to briefly be engulfed in the cold, muffled silence of falling snow.
