Favorite Photos: Snowstorm in the Alps

I snapped this photo at a rest stop en route from Jungholz to Innsbruck, Austria.

We’ve previously mentioned our experience being snowbound in Jungholz, Austria, thanks to a freak blizzard. (“The snow doesn’t usually start until next week,” our innkeeper marveled.) Despite being a lifelong New Englander, I was somehow born without the hardiness gene. And although Nicole loves winter, even she was stunned by the amount of snow that fell overnight during our late-October trip. Alone in our hotel for 36 hours (save for the innkeeper, who bore a startling resemblance to Dexter and who refused to offer us any food other than a $2 Mars Bar), we started to go a little stir-crazy. All German TV and no play makes Jess a dull girl.

So you can imagine our relief when we drove away the next morning, braving the barely plowed mountain roads on the way to Innsbruck. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the snow-covered trees made for scenery the likes of which I’d never witnessed. By noon, we had left our Alpine Hell behind and I had developed a new appreciation for snow—at least momentarily.