Bozeman, Montana
Way back in 1981 I lived in Bozeman, Montana for year. For a person who had lived her who life in Sydney, Bozeman was a revelation. Interestingly, everyone was very friendly, but only superficially so.
It was easier to make superficial friends here, but harder to make real friends.
Bozeman was very dry - this made the cold very bearable. As a transplanted Aussie, I felt that once it was cold, it was cold, There were no "degrees" of cold. -40C (F) felt the same to me as -1C.
This was not the same for natives who could tell the difference....
A Walk Around Town
A mushroom cloud as seen from the front door.
Balloons over the Bridgers.
Birds on a hedge.
The day the caravans came to town....
They stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions...
A ducky trying to keep her beak warm!
Hmmm....dead end!
The ducks weren't at all peturbed by me throwing snowballs onto the ice....
I think someone's been here before me...
But it sure wasn't this guy!
A nearby river.
Just in case you've every wondered where the term "busy beaver" comes from...
Chomp, chomp, chomp!