First, back to a look at Bozeman airport, standing on a flat plain with the mountains in the distance, it was practically springlike - a contrast to snow-covered Buffalo.
Inside, the airport was like some expensive golf club, complete with appropriate local art. You can just about read the sign for Sotheby's behind the bear. Hoping for some more billionaires wanting to buy ranches, I expect.
Meanwhile, up on the slopes, the Big Sky almost navy blue.
The runs, or "trails" as Americans call them, had appropriate Wild Western names, though they didn't exactly reassure.
The ski racks had horseshoes.
And there was some more rustic art.
Though the Mongolian yurt mountain restaurant (sic - having been to Mongolia, I would call it a ger) was a little incongruous, the bison burgers a little optional....
Though there's plenty of scary expert stuff too, up on Lone Mountain, to which ascends a cable car which, for some reason, they call a "tram"..
Base camp at early morning. The sun stayed shining most of the time.
Though sometimes you had to go and find it.