A place I've traveled.
When I was 17 years old I went to Montana, on the way to Idaho. It was the middle of the night and my first time driving out of the state of Washington. Mom and Dad were both tired so they let me drive after we got gas. It went fine at first. While they were sleeping I enjoyed driving 90 miles per hour for the first time in my life. I also saw something that I'd only seen in Eastern Washington. Bugs.
Have you ever been driving in a rural part of the country and seen the bugs come flying at you constantly? It's almost like snow, except they make your windshield nasty. This is how it was in Montana. Only these bugs were magical. Although they were coming towards me at an alarming rate, they did not dirty my windshield. After about an hour of this [going too fast for safety] I comment to my Dad that I've never seen so many bugs. I told him it was worse the Basin City. He sits up, looks out the window and tells me to pull over. right now.
It was snow.
Dad drove the rest of the way to Rexburg and my family has been making fun of me ever since...about bugs.
So that's my trip to Montana.
ps, I've also driven route 66. :)