Ice cycles hanging off a cabin in West.
Snow bank along the street.
I'm really enjoying the winter here at Yellowstone Lake, cooking for the Man Camp. I had three days off this week and decided to spend some time riding in and out of the park, helping my new friend Rory with the long drive. Basically as the shot gun passenger, I enjoy the scenery, help watch the skis, keep him from any boredom with conversation.
Believe me, I'm not talking way too much, but it has been nearly two months since I've been "out".
West Yellowstone is perhaps a few degrees colder than Lake, but not always.