Mali and my mother in front of my mother’s house in Bozeman. This was Mali’s first trip to Bozeman. We drove from Minneapolis to Bozeman over the long Thanksgiving weekend in 2001. I remember our return trip was self-inflicted punishment. We left Bozeman in a snowstorm at 6:00 am and drove all the way to Minneapolis, roughly 1000 miles, in one butt numbing day: not recommended.