It snowed today in New Mexico. I had decided to drive to Santa Fe from Albuquerque for the day and didn't let the flakes stop me. It's about an hour drive. Santa Fe is at a considerably higher elevation than Albuquerque, so the roads were tricky.
I made it safely, of course, thanks to the folks at the New Mexico dept. of transportation. But they do things a little differently out here. I don't know what they use in place of road salt. It's not sand. It falls off the back of the snow plow in large clumps, the largest about the size of a bowling ball. Most break up, but some stay intact and bounce around until they hit your car. As you might imagine, it makes one a bit jumpy to have clumps of "whatever" hit your car as you motor down the Interstate during a winter storm. I felt like I was fleeing the eruption of Vesuvius.
And the stuff is purple. Maybe it's grape tang. All I know is my car looks like it was in a head on collision with Grimace.