Several years ago Andy and I went for a little New Years Day ride up Lost Lake Road to Lolo Pass.
Turning off FS 18, we followed a spur road which ran a short way along the West Fork of the Hood River, before ending in a clearing above a stream flowing into the river.
Gathering some branches, we kindled a fire to stave off the cold.
When we were finished, we packed up and headed home. It was so cold the snow squeaked beneath our tires; above us the moon hung like a pale ghost in the winter blue sky.