Right again, Stan.
I didn't really start romanticizing about winter until I landed here. Twenty miles from where I'm typing, in almost any direction, the roads mostly look like this:
This was Friday afternoon. Probably looks about like that today. Forecast is the same for the next two weeks.
This, and about a month in the spring, are the best times of the year for driving here. You can go out in the middle of the day without getting fried like a taco. And days like this can pop up almost any time through the, uh, 'dead' of winter.
I know, just what you want to hear.