After a brief breakfast-rest in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, I began to drive toward the mountainous region of the middle Appalachians via the Interstate 77, slowly navigating through snow-infested Virginia and West Virginia. This section of I-77, blanketed in the snow, was breathtakingly beautiful. I unhurriedly drove through the Big Walker Mountain Tunnel and then the East River Mountain Tunnel to reach the West Virginia part of the interstate. Before reaching Charleston, the capital of West Virginia, it felt like sneakily driving through one-thousand-and-one-snow-cones. Snow continued to weep, even the Abominable Snowman would hitchhike a ride instead of walking through it, I imagined.