To properly break in the mini, Mark and I drove to Monte Bianco, or Mont Blanc as the french call it, this past weekend. It was hard to decide whether we should just keep on driving through the 12km tunnel to France, but the beauty of the mountains and the 40 euro toll kept us in the homeland. After parking the car safely on pavement, we hit the compact snow on foot and headed into the wilderness. The wilderness consisted of many cross-country skiiers, families out for a stroll, and at least one bar or ristorante every 1/2 mile. We stopped at one of these for some Vin Brule...vino, sugar, and cloves....and kicked back in the sun, admiring the mountains that surrounded us.
