There were only a few other people at our gate at 2am.
Most people were scattered around the airport sleeping. These people found some couches.
Although most people were simply lying on the ground. This person found a charger to be near.
You'd think it be loud by the moving walkway, but I guess if nobody is walking on it, maybe it's not so bad; just white noise, which some people like.
This person had a semi-inflated mattress.
It was very cold in the terminal.
There are multiple coffee shops around.
But none are open until 4:30pm, and that's about when our flight boards.
District Market had a cool sign.
They had a letter from various neighborhoods in the city.
It looks like the place near our gate opened just in time for a few people to grab some food before boarding.
It looks cold outside Denver.
It's nice in the airport, though.
Chairs made out of skis, snowboard, and lifts.
Headed north. That doesn't look too cold.
I spoke too soon.
The Bismarck Airport had a display of buttes around the state.
Pictures and descriptions.
Very pretty.
Our rental car.
Wind-driven snow on a frozen lake.
14 degrees out.
First thing when we get home: hunting. These two deer were too small.
These pheasants were too far away.
As was this nice deer.
The women are at home preparing food.
Ogii cutting the deer sausage.
All done.
That's a lot of food.
Ready to eat.
Watching Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
While Monica makes a gingerbread house.
All done.
It's a Target store.
Pretty sunrise the next morning.
The sun is up.
With a sun pillar.
And a deer.
Watching us.
A few more.
Another one.
A small one.
Pheasants.
Breakfast.
Then pheasant hunting.
I shot this one.
Got him.
I wonder if there are any here.
Many, it appears.
Monica got a pic of us.
Many deer.
At sunset.
They're watching us.
This guy ran the wrong way.
He's pretty big.
Out hunting for pheasants again.
Dad got one.
Us with it.
Frost melted on Ogii's eyebrows.
A hawk up in a tree.
The cats want to come in.
Monica petting one.
And holding it.
Lunch.
Ogii got her desserts.
I wonder who got that license plate.
Something on the side of the road on the drive back to Bismark.
A hawk.
Flying away.
Checked bags are so expensive now.
Saying goodbye to Monica.
A line for the men's room? Who designed this airport?
We'll try some Mexican.
A big burrito and a lot of chips.
We got stuck in middle seats, but the flights weren't too long.
A bus ride home from the airport takes about an hour.
A ride share is faster, about 25 minutes. But then if you add the wait for them to arrive, it's 40 minutes, not too much of a time savings vs the bus.
One possible problem with the bus is you're not supposed to have rolling luggage on it, although some people say the drivers don't mind if it's not full or that it's even allowed. But the official rules online say only one carry-on size per person, although it's supposed to fit under your seat or on your lap, not in the aisle.
Even though we put some extra water bulbs in it, our plumeria doesn't look very good.
We were gone three weeks; I guess that's too long.
Getting groceries after our trip. This woman in the store had two birds with her.