Landing in Bozeman at night amidst a blizzard, we realized the 45 minute drive to Big Sky in an econo-rental may be difficult. Our rental agent quickly came to the same conclusion and gave us a 4WD truck instead, at no extra charge. This was just the first of many friendly encounters we had on our week-long adventure: we watched the Super bowl with locals; played a shuffle board tourney at the brewery; were offered parking lot beers apres ski; we even had lift tickets handed to us for free! Skiers, like surfers, can be territorial, well, not in Big Sky. Everyone we met was helpful, generous and guided us through this unimaginable expanse of snow covered trails. Perhaps the colder the winter, the warmer the heart; the more isolated the environment, the more connected the community. The mountains of Big Sky are stunning and vast; the snow is like a soft blanket of diamonds; the trails are isolated and serene; and the views are so distracting, be sure not to barrel into the pines! There are endless options for every whim and comfort. Though the sheer size of the mountains doesn’t allow for any crowding, I left feeling that I’d been in Small Sky. There is a sense of togetherness in all this remote enormity. Big Sky is a one-of-a-kind ski town that should not be missed. Most east-coasters stop when they hit Denver airport. I implore you, spend the extra dime to get to Montana—it's cheap once you're there and nothing compares to having an entire mountain as your playground.