Flatiron Pass, Montana

I've got an hour and a half until sunset, but it's clearing, so I think I'll make a run up to Flatiron Pass. Past the turnoff for Turner Mountain, the road narrows, steepens, and becomes even more snowy than before. It's one lane, but luckily I meet no one head-on. In a few miles the road straightens, flattens, and there's a plowed turnoff on the side -- Flatiron Pass. I'm struck by the loneliness of the place. It snowed a few inches last night and you can still count the individual vehicles which had traveled here since -- seven in 12 hours, including me. The skin up to Flatiron Peak is straightforward and easy to find.