On our last evening we ate at a restaurant called the Cabin.
I would say this was probably not a place for vegetarians.
Or the anti-hunting lobby. It was a magnificent menagerie if you like that sort of thing. Plus more horseshoes on the hatstand. Evidently a Montana thing. It being a Lenten Friday we eschewed the various elk and bison-related stuff and ate trout and walleye. The trout had come all the way from Idaho. Pity there was nothing from the local river. It's probably the wrong time of year or something.
So it was goodbye to the wild west and ready for another interesting journey home. Who was going to get the Flying Turkey this time?