Crossing an Appalachian Mount to Cherokee country in January. The weather was cold but dry and drearily colorless, no advisories or expected dangers thusly off I went, driving my little rented Volvo... as the highway began to curve and climb, a light glaze of ice and snow mixed was roused from skies... Sign in to see full entry.
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