A day backcountry skiing in the Bitterroot mountains.
It was the opposite of a powder day. Lots of survival skiing through rocks and downed trees. But that’s not the point.
The point was a gorgeous warm day in the mountains, six hours of moving, no other humans, the sun shining, and skirting the tracks of mountain lions along the ridges. One of my favorite things about winter is that brief record of how animals move through a place, especially evasive ones such as this.