I drove across Utah, north to south, and stayed at an old friend’s place in SLC. The thing I remember most was coming out in the morning and finding a foot of snow burying my rental car. As I headed south, I saw all of these incredible snow-coated mountains in the distance, with fluffy beds of white everywhere, like the background to some kind of epic movie. I drove south until the white slowly faded into red stone and joshua trees. It was very surreal to be in one place scraping a foot of snow off my windshield, and then a few hours later, standing at a gas station in a t-shirt, enjoying the hot weather and beautiful sights.