Sweathouse Falls has always been my favorite water in the Bitterroot Mountains with its stream falls off a sheer face. Another reason that this hike is among my favorites is its relatively little use (i.e. no people). This time around, Jeff and I hiked to the falls with a fresh layer of powder snow. As we hiked, squalls blew in and strong winds cause avalanches of snow from the towering larches. When we reached the falls, they were encased in ice and wind was screaming…so no drone flight (but thanks Jeff for carrying it all the way here).