Charged Ride My friend Tyler and I drove to Stowe, Vermont. This drive was an exhilarating experience for many reasons. Most certainly not an experience I will soon forget. We left in the early morning, or should I say the middle of the night. Both of us tired from barely being able to sleep from our current state of exuberance, but not slowed due to excitement and energy drinks. As soon as we opened my front door we were bombarded with cold northern air and snow gently falling as if to a childhood lullaby. The sound of our sneakers squeaking in the firmly packed cold was music to my ears. The smell of the outdoors was more a feeling of pain than a distinct smell, like fire going through your nostrils and straight to your lungs
