Hard to motivate on winter rides out here sometimes. In Absarokee, the usual winter view is like this: cold, fierce, lonely, and pretty brutal. Tough on bikes, tough on riders. I'm alone too, always, except for the dog. There are great days, but, honestly, riding out here in the winters is for the insane only, and I'd almost always rather be doing something else.
Beautiful though, in its own way.