Afflicted with cabin fever, I drove north into the Sandhills—wind chill -30^o with a foot of snow. All photos road kills—too cold to walk far, wheelbase too low to drive off-road. Lonely tree skeletons rode the choppy waves of Nebraska’s grass frozen sand sea. The ranch road north of Whitman curled up and down hill contours. My wide 285-mile loop ended at Martin Bay next to acres and miles of frozen Lake McConaughy. Driving the tall dam with little in the way of markers induced adrenaline in the frozen dusk, sunset a band of fire on ice.