At the first place we stopped, I thought I was going to walk to an area nobody had been to yet, to get pictures of pristine snow.  I soon found out why nobody had walked there.  I grew up in Houston, so I don't know much about snow.  When I got to the part where nobody had walked, my feet sank at least a foot before they stopped.  After 3 or 4 steps, I felt the snow in my shoes.  That is not a pleasant feeling.  I stopped there and took a few pictures.
There were some really pretty patches of snow on rocks and icicles along the side of the highway.  I didn't want to get run over while taking pictures, though, so I didn't get any of the really cool looking stuff.  Still, I think I got enough pictures of snow to last about a year.
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