One winter morning I woke up in Hope, BC, on my way to Kelowna. There had just been a huge blizzard, the road reports were horrible, and police were advising everyone to just stay put. Of course, being young, impatient, and the driver of a 4x4 Pathfinder with all-terrain tires, I figured I should just go for it.
So, leaving Hope with a bit of trepidation, I started the climb up into the mountains towards Princeton. There was a good foot of fresh powder everywhere, but the sun had just come up on a beautiful, crisp, clear morning. The storm must have just passed.
The plows hadn't been out yet, so I was a little surprised to find myself making fresh tracks through the powder on a perfectly untouched highway - not so much as a single tire track anywhere. Woo-hoo, freshies!
Before long, I was cruising happily at 80 km/h with nothing but fresh powder in front of me and beautiful contrails of wispy snow billowing out behind me. The sun was up, the trees were laden, snow crystals were sparking all around, and I had the whole road to myself!
It's funny, I've driven a CASCAR racer on the track and an NSX from Calgary to Phoenix, but neither of those stands out against that one drive at ten under the limit in an old 4x4.