The setting sun gave the clouds a beautiful glow as I flew West on Christmas Eve. This part of the flight was great—a huge new plane with neat little video screens in all of the seatbacks. Too bad they were showing some crap movie, but I had a great book to read so the time flew by. Overall, the trip was made far too long by the fact that it involved not one but two plane changes. Somehow I managed to book a flight from the middle of Michigan to Chicago, from Chicago to Denver, and from Denver to Montana. Yeah, it was the cheapest flight I could find, but that's just ridiculous.